Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1848-03-30
Jotlinss of a Heart,
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memory of his loving kindness and the perfect
uus, Ifell in his continued care, ] grew stronger
TO endure, and more deeply TO feel the infinite re,
sources open TO the willing and grateful heart !
learned to labor and ask Of Heaven. as for my dal-
W bread enough of tenderness and love to sweet
en- hie's daily duties and identify them WIN us ~
innate and eternal ends. l'u, my irehu' 'he
trusting spiri, which had folded itself IN me near.
of The rose, thogh Weakened from It's lirs' sweet
dream of bliss, was yet but half conscious " .'e
lnv;ng nnrnoses of Ileaven--hal ready Tor me
rich Inheritance cnreoncd 10 sorrow. Hu''o ana ma
no,tv ambitions had invaded its rest; Inc chi''
winds &C indifference hid shaken II Tude'y ana one
by one dropped its shsc'"g petals But me END
was not yet. ,o,I ,bo cnu-
"a, tempIes of nature and poured out my soul WIN
Ill i,s bereayed and intense yeanings, into the bo-
,om of Infinite sympathy, aud was comor'eu'-
And in process of time, when my heart had inrh>
cd. as in the early past, 10 its spirit worship a.
mong the green hills and sparkling streams OF my
childhood'; home and found its fountains ol glah
ness nil running over, its affairs redolen OF sweet
"a, incense its broken csterns and runec col
umns wreahed in everlasting beauty; when mao
learned for how sad n grief my love and opprecm'
lion of the beautiful. the good and me enduring,
were medicine and curo-g ateIul ana suouueu
lifted nv teardmmed eyes 10 heaven Y The Ish'
of the cherubim burst once more upon my PAIN
way, and in the fulIncss Of my redemption eS-
claimed. beautiful, beautiful, oh my rather, Is
the way of truth and life, and forever blessed De
thy loving kindness which has broush ut my soul by
the way il feared and knew not 10 lear no more
fufeyern =,
All! nv friend, need tell you that when look
I'D. ,L.,,,,t il,o lnnU vista nT Nclrs OF
shine and sorrow, saw that had been gather,
or only of blessing accumuating knowledge ana
boarding the means Of enjoyment, as Il giving mao
threatened 10 mpoyctish my soui' But no! | mad
only shrunk FROM Offering treasures winch Inc
painrul experience Of early life had taught me,
were less appreciated than tho simplest service to
the physical appetite. And while thanked lea
ven that in pursuing my individual objects had
acquired the mbi,udes of a fixed purpose and I'M
firing effort even in my childhood, fell that all
the nohlcr purposes Of my social existence we're
vet TO be accomplished tmt all my love, my lolI,
my trials bad Ou'Pr'pn'e9 me to ao' to ENJOY 10
"A spirit whispered TO me, 'wrie!'-a friend
moved it--and said, VIVA! shall write! The
spirit of love answered: AS thUu hast learned so
teach-'thc end of the law IS love'-'God is love.
Til, love has been My light, and its beautiful mau-
ifes,aions in in all thy path, in all thy thoughts
have kept thy fee. from falling. thy heart
from despair. Give to the thirsting, the sor-
rowing, the broken in spirh even as thou hast re-
ceiyed, light, hope and energy, 10 press on in Ia.
bors of love and usefulness-.tc press ou hopeful
and rejoicing, though only God and conscience
smile. The good, the gifted led thee by the
hand when thou west a little child, peopled thy
solitary places with beautiful and loving prescnces
md entered into thy heart and thy thoughts, to
double thy JOY and share thy grief, when other
sympathy thou mghtest moi ask Of earth and Other
friend thy spiri.-world harbored not, Go now
and let thy souls love answer unto the love q
Him who com(ortheth the mourner and hlcsscil
the solitary; and even He hath done it unit
thee, do thou 10 thy fellow mOnrners.' Agar
lgh, from the eternal Presence fell upon my heart
and the spirit Of better sacrifice, of an enlarged
philanthropy, was there The angel love beck
oned the spirit of beauty shook light and colder
hues from his wings; and whispered to the echo
ing solituGcs-bame me not my friend, for tht
rash vow which Heaven accepted whispered,
uiN wri;e' ard Heaven help me to steal to lht
hearts tina, weeping give TO the world no token
that there may plant the germs Of hope anc
beauty. ! will be loved, even as love; my spir
II shall mingle with spirit, even as spirits mnglc il
heaven; and though we remain forever strangers il
the body, in yon bright world of glory, where
spirits know as they are known, we will mec, a
tried friends Of the past, recounlng its great sor
rows bu, to magnify on JOY and gratitude for lh
loving kindness ,h". ,la,,I mini, o;va ~
into green ey ' TsseeIvad Ny, win wife If hap
Iy II single soul shall take courage end draw near
or to the fountains OF the albeauti'u aud true
ifhap'y'-
Here endeh the record of the ma,ron; but, gen
tie reader-in your ear let US whisper rt-she diu
write; and she was loved, even as her heart ycarn
ed 10 be loved. And if you doub. that II sccont
can be even more deep and tender than the frs
love OF a sensitive and refined soul, ask the mat
ron: Look! she points you, in reply, to yon beau
iilul rose tree; she sInes-sh speaks: "'Thert
flourish for n time beautiful annual. The worn
fced 1.-THE flowers first, then the green leaf, The
stalk--a faded, and with the very root became
identical with the soil that had nourishcd ii. But
mark yc my friends, it had enriched the earth OIL
which it persisted; and the harder rose nourished
more abundanly in lis place, and struck its root,
more deeply into the earth, that it nigh, spreat
Its beautiful blossoms more lovingly, more closely
to the sweet face Of the smiling heaven"