Litchfield enquirer. [volume] (Litchfield, Conn.) 1829-current, 1847-02-04

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their wings dropped beneath the defiling
heaviness cfsin. A false breath played
upon the brow of man heedlessly he
opened his bosom to it; and there it at
once nestled, "a fatal poison, ever dis.illing
venom. Still the flowers blossomed still
the waters flashed and sparkled in the
warm light still thc breezes waved their
censors laden with rich perfume; still
the birds caroled the stars smiled =
leaves ruslled, kissing each other loving
ly; dews slumbered in lily bells and
the hearts Of roses, and erept around
whitening roots, and revived it's fading
petals the sun, the moon and silver twi-
light, each wrought its own peculiar bro
idery on earth and sky /; but upon the
flowers, and the fresh leaves, and the wa
tiers, and the breezes. the gay and beau
tiful birds, and all, everything Of earth,
rested the faint of sin. In the morning
of this little day of time, what more de-
liciously sweet than to recline among the
blossoming luxuriancs of Eden, ond
worship Col, there in his own temple g.
1t was the object of life to enjoy its own
blissfulness, and praise Him who gave it
But when, on the whisper of the Tempt
er, sin came, it brought a change. The
poison hid itself among all the beautiful
things that we most love, engendering
;horns and producing discords : it.fes.
tered in our hearts, reveled in our veins,
and polluted our lips, until the angels
vested their faces in disgust, and man
was left with no eye 10 pity and no arm
to save Then, from the dense cloud
broke forth a ray Of glory a crowned
Head looked out in pity divine lips bent
to the poisoned wound, and lost, ruined
man found q Saviour. He was heralded
by angels; angels are still whispering,
Look look live! That Saviour 10 still
standing with love-beaming eyes, arm .
extended but men are blind and cannot
see his beauty. Shall sit down among
thy flowers, sweet Alderbrook, while my
Redeemer is dishonored, and my breth-
rem, the sons of those who walked with
God in Eden, die !?
Faul,less, If blinded. the just God
will not be angry with those who, not
knowing, have no. loved him.. Who has
said it?
All the. invisibis .hiDgs of Him
from the creation Of the world are clear
ly seen, being understood by the things
that are made, even his eternal power
and Godhead f.; so that they are made
without excuse The beautiful page of
bill and dale and sky isspread open to all.
I 60 TO teach my brothers how 10 read it.
Dear, beautiful Alderbrook ! I have
loved thee as l shall never love any other
thing that may not meet after the sun Of
time is set. Everything. from the strong
old tree that wrestles with the tempest.
down 10 the amber moss cup grading
the tiny insect at its roots, and the peb.
BILE sleeping at the bottom Of the brook
everything about thee has been laden
with its own peculiar lesson. Thou art a
rare brook, my Alderbrook, written all
over by the Creators Anger. Dearly do
I love the holy truths upon thy pages
but may not dwell mid flowers and
music ever = and I go hence, bearing
another. choicer book in my hand, and
schoing the words ofangels, Look look {!
livev
Istand on the verge Of the brook, which
seems to me more beautiful than any
other brook on earth, and take my last
survey Of the home Of my infancy the
cloud which has been lowering o bove the
trees on the verge Of heaven, opens, the
golden light gushss forth, bathing the bill
top, and streaming down its green decliv-
ity even to my feet and accept the
encouraging OtuCns uS uukGA vi At-
derbrook, the ministering spirit sent hi,h
er by the Almighty, blesses me. Father
in heaven. thy blessing ere go! ="
Hopes full Of glory, and oh, most sweet
~ sacred look out upon me from the fu-
ture but for moment, their beauty is
clouded. My heart is heavy with sorrow.
Tie cup at my lip is very bitter. Heay-
en- help met White hairs are bending
in submissive grief, and age.dimmed eyes
are made DINNER by tho gathering Of
tears. Young spirits have lost their joy
business. young lips forget to smile, and
bounding hearts and bounding feet are
stilled. Oh. the rending Of ties, knitted
at the first opening Of the infant eye and
strengthsd by numberless acts Of love is
q sorrowful thing! To make the grave
the only door TO meeting with those in
whose bosoms we nestled, in whose
hearts we trusted long before We knew
how precious was such love and trust,
brings with it an empowering weight Of