Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1849-02-15
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lsome beautiful and true thoughts in the extract
below II
Shove is The divine essence Of our being; it
flows from God into our souls, and is our life.
As the sun Of the natural world warns the fow-
er into life and beauty, so does the spirit of man
receive the warmth of will which anlmates it in
TO life and action from the great fountain of Dl-
vine love.
" If love is the essential principle Of our being,
and, through us is to fashion other forms recep.
tive Of life, how all important that we should
understand its nature and quality.
" In the brute creation, this hhux of love from
God is a mere external sensation. Man, too,
partakes of animal love; but with him there is
also an inner love, which is spiritual and holy,
as much above animal sensation, as the soul of
man is above brute instinct. And if this inner
faculty is not cultivated and developed, man re.
mains an onimal-.only exercising rather su-
perlor understanding to other animals-dead TO
all the higher ends of his existence, bat, unfor-
tunateIy, too much alive to all low passions and
propensites for it is un mmutable law of our
creation, that we must ovc-thore being no life
without love-and, when we close our souls to
the divine love- we become receptive of internal
love-lorthe lost spirits of the Internal regions
loye-but what do they love all sin and wick
edness and uncleanness. 1t behoves us. there.
fore, to search out and try our loves, whether
they be divine or Internal And as all sin comes
from love of SELF we should seek, above all
things, the antidoe to that which enslaves us
10 lust, to pride to worldlness, and all uncharit-
ableness.
"This antidoto God, in his divine providence,
has provided for us, first, in our love for Him
and secondly, in that beautiful love which links
the soul of man to woman. 1t is this which
awakens the soul truly to God, and through
which He creates the angels-will not this
thought sanctiry love with SO heavenly amend
that in our inmost spirits we must feel and ac-
knowledge its holiness?
"But how is love an anddote to solfshness?
/ speak not of mere sensual love, but of that
which is spiritual and true. When God gave
woman to man, il was with definite and divine
purpose, that man in her might love himself, and
thus be lifted out of his self love. Through his
senses, which join him to the visible material
world, man begins to love. How often do we
see this outward love gancing from the spirit
speaking eye of the young, when in the SPRING
time and full joy of life, soul seeks soul, as the
warbling bird doth its, and. trills forth love a
lone, and often thinks it hears its own echo,
when it has but struck upon false sounding
board, that, dull and heavy, sends it back upon
the aching heart Of disappointment. But, if the
true note of harmony has been thrilled, how
beautiful it is when man awakens from his dream
of passion and discovers thlt al the pride of
his understanding is reflected in a soijened,
chastened, and more divine light, in the love of
the gentle being at his side he finds his taste
his opinions, the thoughts and feelings of his
own soul, appropriated by her; that all uncon-
sciously, while he slept the deep sleep Of love,
from his own breast wife has been created
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is his own, She is something wonderful TO him;
he no longer loves himself Or thinks of himself
in her centres all thought and all feeling, Then
how beautiful turns that trusting, loving eye
upon him--he is her wisdom, her glory, her hap
piness-sle learns of God through him he loves
God through her.
" But alas alas how rare is this beautiful.
true, spiritual union. How often the waning
moon Of an external love finds panied souls sun
dered, who arc bound the living to the dead for
this mortal life. Yelling behind outward conven-
tionalities their internal dlsunion, and that bur-
densome yoke, which, not unfrequenty like that
in Flaxmun's illustrations, binds some Pegasus
to an OK.
"The dull beast of earth plods on, all uncon-
scious and uncaring for the winged steed at his
side, who yaws the earth with u vain impotence
while his aspiring glance CLEANS up to his native
heaven. From such, we can only turn with
sigh, saying-'Quod Deus uuH-'for there is no
help in man."