The voice of freedom. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1839-1848, 1846-03-05
From Morris National Press.
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DISSATISFIED SPIRIT.
ny FANNY FORESTER.

zoo 'OONtu tue HehptnS anu CIWt
down" aud breathrd upou the Garth. anc
diving soul" was born. 1t was not an
angel 10 watch over The des,inies OF man
and interpose It's white wing belwe n hin
and evil; but il was a thing as lovely; ant
50 i looked about to find iseit 6lina
dwelling place. While i, paused in donb
there came fluItcring by a gay, b 'aullfu
oralure, its brigh. wings woven in the
loom from which the Iris sprung, a.!
g'i!lcring in gold aud crimson, now dis
playing 10 the dew, and now 10 the sun
light, brilliant and blthrsome. aud light
US the Dir on which it balanced. The
spirit grew glad at the pretty sigh, aud as
the tiny wondar again swept pas, ii lho'I
within itself, "What delightful thing to
be o butterfly u Instantly pair Of gor-
geous wings sproulcd from the thought;
and the embodied split flew exuiting y
up and down the earth, careering IN the
light, md glorying i'll its new-!ound beau.
ties Sometimes it paused to peep into
the hearts Of the young flowers. aud sip.
ped dantil y the sweets which dWclt on
their fresh lips aud famed them when they
dropped, and ba!hed in their perfume; and
al ign! il folded up lis wings u"d made
its couch where The moon>btam lay most
lovingly. b., il suld not sleep. Tina,
was breath from heaven stirring those
gorgeous wings. the living soul" vi hin,
swelling and struggling, conscious that it
was no: performing its mission. There
could not be brighter nor gayer life, and
surely the innocent l,le butterfly was not
guilty of doing harm, but there was Il
Gliding voice cane up within, and The
dissaiisi, d spirit could not sleep. Finally
it grew sorrowful, even in he midst OF lis
light companions, as they poised and rul-
ed in the sun, light, intoxicated ly the
mere bliss Of living. And every day il
grew more and more sorTowfui AID il
wings heavier, ill at las, it cried out in
sharp anguish. Beautiful and innocent
was the life otthe gay insect, bul tie God,
born spirit was not created 10 waste itself
on sun .benm or flower; aud those
magnificent wings were leaden letters to it.
A Bird was caroline Oh he Tree above,
and, as the saddcned spirit looked up, il
thought Of the happy hearts til" little song
s,er made, and how il praised God in lis
light joyousness, and then exclaimed pam
ingly. "What sweet thing TO be bird
A little child found a dead butterfly al
the foot OF the red mapc-lrce that morn,
lag; and as she STOPPED TO pick it up, there
came such a gush OF melody from the
green above that she started back il
pleased establishment, and then, cIapping
her soft hands ogether, raised her lntan-
Tile voice in c lear ringing ton's irnuQhl
with The music Of mirlhfoI heaV. o.
toe instant there came rIsting from The
foliage; pair Of beautiful wings broke
thence and balanced for noneat above,
then descended lowering about The head OF
the child though bestoving some world
less blessing; and' foally, spread them
selves for fight The bird passed where
the laboter rested al noon Tide, and The
eye ofthc strong man frightened as he
wiped the sweat away aud leaned against
the rugged bark OF the meadoNtrre.
Welding himself up 10 the delicious indu-
ence of is music. Then it few to he
easement OF the Invalid, and lhonce 10 the
1901 tree Of the cotcr aud thence it sill
pursued lis way kindly and lovingly.
pausing 10 MARBLE moment even BY the
barred window of the cfiminll. For
many day iht bird bodied Spirit was
happy aud ccn'cn'ed, and believed Itself
sent upon earth bu; for the purpose o.
winning MN BY such small, sweet efforts
from sorrow. But, as it nestled one
night in the foliage Of the forts' tree, there
came a sad mISgivng 10 trouble it. Il
had heard OF nobler mission than il had
ye, dared TO contemplate ii had looked
into path lollsome and d 1i:ult to walk
IN, strewn with lhorns and besel with dam
gers; bat W. glorious 10 that i. had been
,lodden BY Holy Ouc who had linked it
10 heaven. The ,imid spirit Ire nbIed as
ii thought, and fold its soft pinons over
il. breast. and s'rove 10 rcccolect all the
good il had done That day. How it had
softcned the nature Of the sinful, and drop
ped balm into he bosom ofthe sorrvwng;
bu it could not shut DOM The gh as.
plfalions which were swelling within il.
II knew well that The spirit It the irIr
bird WAS not, like itself, an cmaoaion
from The D ily. When the song was
hushel and the pumage dropped, II
would $50 downward 10 The eartb;' but
The living soul, born Of the breath of the
Almig =, could not 50 perish, Should
il fling aside i lo,ler gINs,ond ,ake upon
itself b ms,ion(sweet aud beautiful tho !
il By Of the :oulle$s bird? "Ah. 10
thought the pretty warbler, while its
wings seemed swelling to eagles pinious,
d" he air is fail Of birJs--tbe world is
ringing with mclody-i is delightful 10
swell the care fee chorus; BAT here is a
higher, nobler mission ill.," AS its
breast henved with these mrw emotions, a
sof sound, as Of il lule, stole up from
ncighboring grove, aul IN exqoi,ile'y