Fremont journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County [Ohio]) 1853-1866, 1853-04-30

always been considered one OF his most beau
tiful predictions; yet il the following lines up
on the same subject are not more beauti(ul
we are no judge of poetry,
The Rainbow.
ny AMELIA.
sometimes have thought in my loneliest hours,
That lie on my heart like the dew on the flowers,
or ramble | took one bright afternoon,
When my heart was as light as a blossom in June
The green earth was moist with tue ,aie fallen
showers, t a' -
The breeze fluttered down and blew open the flow.
7ers,
While single white cloud to its haven of rest,
On the white wing Of peace foated off in the west.
AS threw back nay tresses TO catch the cool breeze
That scattered the rain-drops aud dimpled the
Far up the blue sky fair tdinbow nnroed
Its soft tinted pinions Of purple aud gold!
Twas born in moment, yet, qock as its birth.
1t was stretched to the utermost ends Of The earth
And, fair as an angel il fosted all free,
With a wing on the earth aud wing on the
How calm was the ocean how gentle its swell!
Like a woman's soft bosom, il rose and il fell
While its light sparkling waves, stealing laughing
ly Ger,
When they saw the fair rainbow knelt down to the
shore,
No sweet hymn ascended, no murmur Of prayer,
Yet felt that the spirit Of worship was there,
And beiit my Young mead in devotion and love,
Meath the form of the angel that floated above
How wide was the sweep of its beautiful wings!
How boundless its circle! how radiant its rings!
lc | loUked on the sky twas suspended in air,
il looked on the ocean the rainbow was there;
Thus forming a cirdle as brilliant and whole
As The thoughts Of the rainbow that circled my soul
Like the wing Of the ID city, calmly unfurIed,
It bent from the cloud aud encircled the world.
There are moments think when the spirit receives
Whole volumes of thought on its unwrtten leaves,
When the folds Of the heart in a moment unclOse
Like the unermost leaves from the heart of rosei
And thus, when the rainbow has passed from the
sky,
The thoughts il awoke were too deep TO pass by;
1t left my full soul like the wing of a dove,
All hutterng with pleasure and hutterng with love.
know that each moment of rapture or pain
But shortens the links in life's mystical chain;
know that my form, like that bow from the wave
May pass FROM the earth aud lie cold in the grave;
Yet, oh when deaths shadows my bosom uncoud,
When shrink from the thought Of the coffin and
shroud,
May Hope, like the rainbow, my spirit unfold
In her beautiful pinions of purple and gold.
The soul Of domestic felicity depends in a
high degree, upon the character Of woman
As well may we look for spring and summer
without sunshine and showers, as to expect a
truly happy family, without the full develop
ment of those atfectionate and delicate sensi-
bilities, which make up the crowning glory oI
the female character-not as we sometimes
find it-but, as it should be; as proper de-
valopnoanf will make IL
Lord Bacon beautifully said "lf man be
gracious to strangers, it shows he is citizen Of
the world, and that his heart is no island, GU
off from other islands, but continent that
joins them"
The test of an enjoyment is the remem.
brance which it leaves behind it.
We cannot imagine any thought more truth.
ful and consoling than is embodied in this
beautiful sentence:
"The velvet moss grows on sterile rock
the mistletoe flourishes on the naked branch
es-the ivy clings to the mouldering ruins
the pine and cedar remain fresh and fadees,
amid the mutations OF the passing year, and
Heaven be praised, something green, some
thing beautiful to see, and grateful to the soul
will in the darkest hour of fate, still twine il
tendrils around the crumbling altars and bro
ken arches of the desolate temples Of the hu
man heart"