Herald of the times, and Rhode Islander. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1846-1849, 1847-09-30
IWhOlc No 9O1.


The spIing-lide, with lis singing birds, hath
long ago gone by
le had your Time 10 bloom and live, ye have
your time 10 die
:" Oh would that We, the sadder ones, who
llnger on The earth,
Like We, might VilheT when our lives had
parted with their minh
We glow with beauty TO the last and brighten
with decay,
le know not Of The mental war that wears the
neau away!
We have no memories 10 recall no SORROWS 10
No secret wearlneS. Of soul with all your plea
suICS blenl;
To uS, alone, The lot is cast, to think, TO love to
feel
Alas how much OTTOMAN woe those few brief
words reveal
The auhoreNS Of these beautiful lines died
IN the spring Of life; her mslpred spirit was
gathered 10 The new and unladIng paradise
long before tie harvest was ripe Yet, She
dled at an appropriate season. for mind 80
polished .ud ncaI, 81 lU1e, n'ed~d nOt To So
Joutn here until The flowers were all ripcned
and he harvest was white. God, in the mfn-
iiude Of his wisdom, Is gathering the brightest
and raresi Jewels Of earth, a. each year passes
away, to the angelic choir of heaven, thr-
their golden harp> may all be tuned in perfect
harmony, tor the song Of he ultimate redcmp-
non ol man, and the final c,lahli,hmcnl Of he
spiritual Kingdom, IN that unchangng realm
where there lSno blight, and where virtue
rclenS ~ perpetual majesty.
Who that an soar on the more elastic wings
Of fancy, aud indulge in The most ethereal
ISplrltuallom OF n refined Imagination, aud con-
template The eternal glory ol such home,
where we Sha ! finally meet all The lol ed and
lost 4 u hos.
and good, in an everlasting embrace of peren-
nal aheCuon-a home where sickness shall
never pale the check. care never wrinkle tho
brow, death never chill the body, aud fare.
wells are uuknOwn.-who, say Is there hnt
Will not live IN az cordance with those sacred
IpreceptN which Will ensure us a passport to so
much bliss, 50 that we may excaim. even early
IN HE amid all It's scenes which are considered
so dear aud peaSurable,-
would not live alway. ask not to stay, 3
Where storm after storm rises dark DER my
way
/ Where seeking for peace. we but hover around
/ Like the Patriarch 5 bird, and no resting IS
found
Where Hope, when she paints her gay bower
III the all,
Leaves It's briiance to fade in the night OF
despair;
And joys heelng angel neer sheds a glad ray
Save The CLEAN OF the plumage that bears him
away.
~ would not live alway, thus fettered by sin,
Temptation without, and corruption within;
In moment of strength, If ] sever the chain,
Scarce the victoryS nine, ere I'm captive
Even the rapture of pardon is mingled with
And the cup of thanksgiving with pcnilen,
tears;
The festival trump calls for iubilant songs,
Rut Iuy spirit her own miSerere proIong>.
" Who, who would 1--we Away, away from his
God,
Away from yon Heoyen, that blissful abode 2
W here lhe rivers OF pleasure flow o'cr the
bright plains,
And the noouride of glory c,crually riens
here the SAINTS Of all ages IN harmony meet
Their Savior and brethren transported to
While the songs of Salvation increasingly roll,
And the smile Of The Lord is the icaSl OF the
soul
" That heavenly music what is it hear2
The notes OF the harpeT> uug sweet III my
ear;
And see soft unfolding those portals Of gold,
! he kmg all arrayed IN his beauty behold!
O. give me- q, give me the wings Of Dove
Let me hasten my flight TO those mansions
above;
Ave, tls now that my soul on swift pinons
would soar
And in ectacy bld earth adicu eyermore!"
The fascinating bland, hmenS aad beN ldcr-
ing delnSIun> OF the world often lure us, as i,e
moral agents, from the high and mob e de>i-
ny which God originally designed FOL rs; aud
there are some crung ones who Offer as a lea
tor their delmqucncles, That ta'c has ordained
thus and so. and that destiny has decrced them
career from which they have no power to eh.
tricale themselves. What miserable ioly
What a gO>SamCr excuse Tor deviation from
the plain pa,h OF duty Man, BY nature, iS but
|lulc lower lhau the angels, for he parlakes oi
The divinity OF heaven and was once prvll-
eyed 10 associate with God on cOiih. lie Is
virtually the architect ul his own fortune, The
creator of hi destiny, aud the author OF his
fate it has been SAID that there are moments
when ind,ci>Ion decides our destiny ahd ~
TIA, bc true (aud who can dispute II y man
want OF virtue IS The cause of that indeCISlOn,
and Jhu> he voluntarily brings tate up0n
himself he misery OF which be- would lmpi-
on. y cnailt anon God. Bu There are SunnC
who So strongly gIrd on the armur ei proof thai
they are true to the last their lives ore SO
firmly and cautiously devoted To the great NOR.
al principles that should guide n, amid the
snafes of time that they are called hence Flc
trc think that their mission has been perform
uurnce o. our own Caring ImporiecllonS We
cannot discern The unuSlentalI, u, merit ol OBJ
IerS; higher w.dom, therefore, should ieach
~ that God docth all things we'll Suth
iailhlu one, have bcquoalhed us n noble exam
pie To follow and one OF them, M PARTICULAR
suus aS She was literally dying
Give me amor ofprool-we would iurn lr' IN
the view.
/ OF world that Is fading to one that y true;
We would IN mp each thought iiom this ralih'
shaded light,
! To the regions above, where there S'cale'h no
y blight;
And with faiths chosen shield by no dark
teWpcStS rven,
I We would gaze from carh'S StorDs on the
brightness of heaven -
| Bot the pure, cool breeze that fans my brow
bids me speak again more particularly ct my
chosen subject, Autumn aud caDnOl lelIoin
from quoting a few lines from poem by the
late Miss Lucy Hooper who died while yei u
was morning. her spirit while on earth, seem
ed constantly auuncd TO the harmony OF heay.
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