Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1847-07-07
The Winds SOlilOquy.
ny MISS JANE S. wooLsEY,

lam the wind, the free, unfettered
| wind. Man may chain the heaving
Hellespont, but me he cannot bind.
But there is. One whom even the winds
obey. AT his command, I pass over
the fair face Of earth, now bringing des.
olation and dis'nay, and now Joy and
beauty. When the world arose from
4 chaos, then was | chosen to perform
my office. sang my lays in Eden's
bowers, and every swaying bough and
murmuring rivulet, every cave and
hoary mountain, became my instru>
ment. H
You may not question whence am,
from what far-off cline come. sweep
ing heavens broad starry dome, in
storm and in sunshine, in winters gloom
and in summers radiance. Where
the boldest keel has never ploughed,
along the CLASSY arctic shore, my voice
peals deep and hoarse. In that dreary
cline, never visited by smiling spring,
I raise my bold and sublime organ
notes, and man has never heard those
wild melodies.
My low murmuring lulls the young
birds to rest in'their mossy homes.
wander over the ocean waves, sporting
among the bright islands that sleep
upon its bosom. and waking glad mu-
sic among their trees and riIls.. fly
over the sweet blossoms, and the low
bending violet gives forth her fragrance,
pure and sweet, Jas when | visited her
in the fields Of Paradise. have pass
ed through the windows Of the maid.
en-, and swept over the silver chords
of the lutte, drawing from it
"such soft, floating witchery of sound
As twilight elfns make, when they at eve
Voyage on gentle gales, from fairy land"
[ steal at the half>opened window, and
fan the fevered brow of the invalid.
play among the golden curls of the
slumbering infant, and breathe glad
thoughts into his little heart, till a soft
and gentle smile parts his ruby lips,
and passes like sunbeam over his face.
In the sultry summers day, when the
sky wears an unvarying tint of azure,
when the fruit begins to mellow and
the harvest to whiten the fields, my
cooling breath is welcomed by every
one, and am hailed as
Gods blessing breathed upon the fainting earth
But in the chilling month Of Novem-
ber, when the blue sky is overcast and
the trees begin to put on their "winter
robe Of purest white," I rush through
the forest, bowling the sturdy oaks and
prostrating the pride of the greenwood.
hurl to the skies a cloud of yellow
leaves, and sing among the withered
boughs the requiem of the dying year.
Then | rush to the ocean, and the
creaking and grooming masts, the rat
tling tirnbers, and torn sails; tell fearful
tales ofmy violence. And in the dark
gloomy night. when the moon and the
stars veil their faces, and the sturdiest
mariners talk in fearful whispers, when
the SKY is lowering and the tempest
comes on apace, wildly shake the
noble ship, making every timber heave
and groan. Now lift the vessel upon
a mountain wave, now send her shiv-
ering down q watery .abyss. Crash
echoes crash, the quivering spars fall
one by one, the waves dash over the
shattered deck, and the sailors sink in.
to the oceans depths
"Without grave unknelled, uncoffined, and un-
known"
Then, then is my season of revelry;
then I shout and how'll in my triumph.
until, weary of my work of devastation,
sink to rest. .
In the sweet spring time, when the
earth shakes off her wintry slnmbers,
unlock the icy fetters of the brooks,
and wherever ! breathe upon the waken-
ing earth, there springs life and beauty.
My way you may trace by the opening
flowers and the budding leaves. The
velvet moss Imake brighter and softer,
and give a fringe of deeper green to
the swaying boughs Of the dark pine
trees. [ steal over the brow Of the
aged grandsire as he watches the chill
dren at their sports, and as lift the
silyery locks from his forehead he
besses the sweet breeze of spring.
Then how welcome am ] to the mar
iner as fly over the sea, ripping the
waters, and propelling the proud ship
on her way over the deep. The sailor
lCuuS OtGI SiuC vi VESSEL, ana
wonders 1.-THE same sweet breeze that
fans him will wait him safely to bis
destined port; and he fancies he hears,
on its wings, the glad voices of his
friends, welcoming their wanderer
home.
bring to the listening car, warbling
of gay birds, rustling of young boughs,
and strains of far.of mus. A thous
and flowers by the way side and by the
borders of the babbling brooks, bow
their heads at my approach. The clear
waters of the blue lake break into
small waves, and sparkle and dance as
| come: -..
have been TO the lofty cathedral,
and entering the door way, encounter.
ed gay bridal procession. wander
ed among the marble aisles, and shook
the lofty easement, until approaching
the young and lovely bride, | gently
l;coJ hock tho cnoxuv veil frop, hor. fo;,