The Ohio star. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1830-1854, 1852-10-11
From the C9ristia
Passing GlGUdS.
BY MES Ill Rnsr,rIck

look on Nature with a shadowed eye,
Her smiles, her voices, Woo me all in vain,
Though gorgeous things earth, and sea, and sky
Proclaim the Queen CT Seasons hath her reign.
'Tfis not Disease, nor Grief, cumberinS cares,
That wed my spirit to this sad unrest,
But L am weary of world that bears
So much Of Wrong and Sorrow on its breast.
What glory doth the crowned Summer bring?
A pall-ike mantle shrouds it back from NE!
Where is the beauty that the poets sing?
The aserpcnts tall" alas, oniy see.
How can bind June-roses roGrd brow
PalliJ with bending in tl,e shade Of graves?
Can the ears, filed with walls of living woe
Delight in birJl-song and the chant Of waves?
Earth is a field Of struggling warning hearts,
These for Power, Fame and Mun,rnen those for Life
Whcre Hate AID Ealschood play their fendsh parts,
And Truth and sIercT faint beside the strife!
Oh, is it not an humbGng, saddening thought,
That every night we lay our children down,
More Of Earth's blackening evil hath been wrought
In their Young bosoms since the morning shone?
More of lifes cankering knowledge that doth cling
Through after years deformng al the soul,
That vainly oft must plume its wounded wing
And strive to soar beyond the vile control
Twas thus muscd beside the Marah fountains
That well unceasng in desert place,
When 10! a vision the eastern mountains
A form Of beauty and diYinest grace.
Not clothed in majesty Of the arcf-angel,
But yelled in splendor, such as seraphs wear.
The stranger spoke, and this the glad Evangel,
That fell like loye-born music on nv car.
Why murmprest thou! Oh, faint and Jinbalicving.
,= Is not God, Father? hath not Jesus died?
Know It's spirit erring or deceiving,
That whisperetll tEus-"L Life hath no sunny side s.
Thou hast forgotten Faith and fed from Duty
Go, labor, If thou would'st know rest in sooth.
On the rough hillside plant the grove of Beauty
In the bleak places dig the wells of Truth:
Hast thou no posi- on tae wide field of battle,
Where slain and striving are thy kindred all,
Save numbering the deatll-shot's fearful rattle,
Or weeping DER the wrecks that round thee fall?
+" Hast thou no might to lift the heart despa1ing?
Nor skin to sootle tire throbbng brains di ease
No voice to cry to th' oppressor's goddess daring;
Or in the wayward to the walks of Peace?
:" No more dcspairing of thy hopes fruition,
In selfish pinings rob thy soul of rest;
Be Faith in God and Love to man thy mission
And thou. in blessing, shalt be doubIy blest"
will believe thy vol, e, celestial conner.
And it slan ne, &c my putposed aim to be.
Now in the glow: ing hours of life's midsummer,
An earnest toiler for Humanity.
And thou O, Father! that from highest Heaven
Dost hear the neztod Wild birds feeble cry,
Who scornesr tI,e sTrni1e-t prayer, at evern,
By iul!.t voices offered up high.
Thou wilt protect our loved ones, pilgrim vending
On slippery paths, thine shall ght them roun
Thy hand shall aid the Difficult Hills az teapg.
Thy voice awake them til Enchantssaa-.round.
So, thou that sit dcspondent, ccase thy gTeyng,
Faint not in weakness repine in pride,
For It's a spirit erring or deeeiving,
That whisperest thus" Life hath no sunny side
Edinburgh, Ohio.