Wisconsin tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1847-1854, 1849-02-02

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The church bell notes, how clear they're Dor
On the breath of this Sabbath morn,
Der hill, Ger dale, ard heightened plain,
II peals solemn holy strain;
Now whispers Ger the lnurm'ring wave
Aud now swells in some rocky cave
Now in the distance dying sweet
Now lives, on echo's faint repeat
How sweet they fall, and Oh how fresh,
Upon the pure the pious breast:
On deep the echo they must find
In breasts to Hope aud God ineIind.
The weeks hard tolls and cares now Ger,
From out the humble cottage door,
The pious mother, and DE aged sire,
pecad in their PLAIN but neat attire,
Come FORTH and uanl their peaceful way,
70 Gods house Oh ta,a Sabbath day =
Perhaps re speaks d sabbaths gone,
q friends long since 70 heaven 1own-
Jabiddan fails tx gathering tear
10 friendship. ard 70 gaera " dear
O. af tAat sao5a.h mo -H.ng, when
Tie fa,Ler now, Tie lover then
First 81 Gods sacred altar sgore
Her g protect her to ado.e
lie tLra was IL Is fre-h sprinE tide,
The world before theFl far aui wide;
They dreamed o. na,ei4t bur happiness,
0fdlye, Of years OF u-utnai bliss.
and now those bell * .es rs lhey :all,
Trembling li-ger on his so'.l,
Lie some ethereal stga.n-
Rryiyiug rleul' ry,s backward train
Hc almost feels he young again:
IIe feels his bosom throbbing warm,
lie feels youth 5 sizens in MS arrn,
tie ieels--but an. what tongue can tell
One half re-ca,..ed BY that church bell.
How biest-how blest the green old age,
That calmly scans li.e.s backward page
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That some rash act should be done DER.
10 him this life IS rapid smoke,
Ills treasure is his faith, his hope
And though with JOY his bosom glows.
j living Ger such days as those,
The flight Of time gives him no pain,
lie does not wish hirn young again.
On! sure il grace to man is given,
There is a place Tor such in heaven.
They're in Gods house-they kneel,
The prayer unspoken-yet they feel:
Gratetul-thankful-fo life-for all
They have-and do not wildly fall
Into complaints of all their woe,
Sorrows and sufIerings here below.
No envy poisons that pure prayer,
No selfshness is ranking there,
lis humble, lowly, and sincere;
For the world, for many every where.
The denlagogue may loudly cry,
And shake with terror all who re nigh,
His hearers trembling on their seats,
Whilst he the walls OF hell repeats;
Denouncjng Observation-Disclosures
Who 90 not heed his noisy call
What though they strain their giant lungs
Not all the words of all the tongues,
Can move as much as one pure tear
Or prayer unspollen but sincere
It's not the loud the sounding word,
BIZ thought thGt ,tplcard flies to God
Oh! sure If ear to man Is given,
The silent prayer IS heard in heapeu!
How blest-how blest in poverty
Such pure and pious hearts must be:
What is the wealth of earthly things?
What is the power Of all the kings?
There is no real blessedness
Without the hope those hearts possess.
Ring on, ring on, thou old church BELL
Bring Joy, where'er true piety doth dwell,
And sorrows deep TO the hypocrite,
Who dare in thy sacred temple SIT;
WRAPPED in Judas's sable smock
He styles himself one of thy flock:
Whilst in loud words his faith is told
He's thinking Of his goods and gold
OIL sure if there's hell beow
The hypocrite must thither 20.
RAyrISs RovER
Mineral Point Jan 90