The mountain sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1844-1853, 1852-06-24
From the Louisville Journal.
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The following lines viii be read with much
interest, partly because they are the production
Of Young gentleman who for several years
has been utterly blind, and partly because they
are exceedingly fine poetry:
Light Of my darkened path, moment stay;
With hand attentive thou hast led me far
Since from the grass at early dawn we shook
The glittering dew, and greeted gratefully
Upon the hill the dispensing morn.
With rambling thou art weary, gentle friend
This grassy eminence invites repOse-
Here let US take our leave of waning day.
I thousand insects hum their evening hymn,
The night birds lonely tune breaks on the hour
And through the woods its drowsy echoes creep;
The mellow lowing of the distant.herd,
The lambs, meek bleating and the steeds, wild
neigh
Ningling accordant soothe the listening ear,
And love for Him inspire who made them all,
The reapers homeward from the half-gleaned
fields
With many merry laugh and jocund song
Are bound. How happy all, and | rejoice,
Though all to me is night-perpetual night
night so dark that perceive it not,
And only know it by its lack Of change.
Dav follows dav, night follows night, vet day
To me is naught but round Of wakefulness
And sad renewal Of my darkness; '.night
Brings back my day. when balmy sleep sets
free
Ny darksome soul to roam through dreamy
realms,
Where light once more upon my vision bursts
And cheering face of man mine eyes behold,
OF brighter days reminding. Oh what JOY
In dreaming. Empty though it seems TO minds
With Joy more stable blest, yet It's to me
4 low nor let cold reason take away
What she is loath to give, and to thee, Night
Thou likeness of myself, deep thanks l owe.
Oft l am sad, Pensyla, that mine eyes
Are shut forever from the sight of things
By God created for the JOY of man,
And oped to naught but ever-deepening night.
What gloom. 1t seems of solid substance for
med
And circling round me like blackened wall
1t stands impervious even to a ray of thought
l strive TO look far forth, but back recoil
At such unfinching darkness. Oh how sad
lam the foster-child of night, for day,
Ny natural mother, long has deemed me dead.
turn mine eyes to heaven-'tis all blank;
turn to earth, and all is shadow there;
Fain would look once more on human face
But sight of heaven and sight of earth and sigh
OF human face l ne'er shall see again.
'Tis all a void-a universal void;
I'm lost in this infnity of night
To which no bounds by space or time seemed
fixed.
But say, can darkness circumscribe the rang,
OF fthought-thought boundless as immensity-
Or smother in its folds that heavenly spark
Which flashed from Gods own brightness, an6
inspired
The new-made man with Immortality?
Look up, my sorrowing soul, nor quench thy
fires
In unavailing grief; to mortal ken
Inscrutable are the ways of Providence.
For higher sphere than this thou art ordained
And death, mild death alone can end thy night
And with night end thy woes, thy fetters break
Thy doubts remove, and usher thee to life.
Where day rolls on without vesper wane,
Where light is Gods own presence, and that
light
Forever at its zenith.
will mourn
No more nor with unmanly sorrow Him
Upbraid, but close mine eyes and be resigned
To momentary darkness, since from God
1t comes as well as light If L have mourned,
lis but the natural weakness Of the flesh.
Pensylla, to the closing gates of day
Now turn thine eyes-thy sight is sight to me
Thou art the lamp of my benighted steps
Thou seest, methinks, the sun, the setting sun
Glow merging in a sea of liquid gold,
And shooting slant and fa- his parting beams.
ms hight makes visible our neither world;
lie hides his face, and 10 the virgin moon
ana shining stars, sparks of the deity,
rejoicing on their nightly rounds, advance;
VIII With solemn mein they tread the azure plain,
Silent yet in their numbers speaking power,
and In their glory beaming gratitude
mus set my day, thus my long night approach
ed,
and may my night, ere its meridian death
impend, some excellence in me reveal,
which God may deign, in future, time to own
Spencer county, Ky. J. NJ. II.
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