Glasgow weekly times. (Glasgow, Mo.) 1848-1861, 1853-01-06
THE SONG OF HOPE.

of God. looked, and behold, before him
bright angels cast their crowns and wor-
shipped, while strains, which the cherub's
harp alone can utter, rang through the vault 5
Of Heaven, and all was JOY. But suddenly
cry Of sorrow came mingling with those
notes of joy, whilst eyes, which late
sparkled with bliss, now gemmed with
grief, and there were tears in Heaven
Earth sent up that cry, and Heaven heard.
The Father called. stood before him.
Goo now 10 Earth's sorrowing children. and
tell them have heard those sighs which
have eone up before my throne; have seen
those tears Of grief, behold l wall heo! -
Gladly come to fulfil my missions, for 10!
drought "g'ai tidings Of great joy"
Despair, on his sable wing, spread over
the earth, exuting in his work Of DEATH
Me he soon cspied, and thus addressed
whence art thou, o spirit, and wherefore
dost thou seek my realNs?"
And l said, y come ut high Heavens
command, to break the chains with which
thou hast held Earth bound; TO raise the
heads thou hast bowed down; 10 heal the
hearts thou hast broken. come to wipe
away The falling tear--to give the weary
bosom rest. | come to Tell OF the spirit
land-of lis pure inhabitants, who hover
continually around the throne Of God, and
bask in the light OF his countenance. Too
long, 0 Despair, hast thou held thy demon
reign! no longer shalt thou triumph" One
fearful shrek lie uttered, and sunk to the
Stygian gulf whence he came.
Earth heard that shrek, and l.rcw that
she was free. Ten thousand songs Of prajs c
went up 10 Heaven, and Nature wept glad
tears. gazed upon her beauties spring
ing into lie. stood by the rivulet, and it
bounded joyonsly; for my image Yves re-
Elected in It's bosom. | said TO the mighty
cascade why art thou glad?" and !. all
severed in a voice as the rush Of many
waters, Hope has come to earth" From
the mountain-topI q thousand birds arose
with sweetest songs, nor rested in their
fight until they reached the gates Of Heaven,
and there poured forth their melody
Flowers--bright children Of Nature, sprcnq
up in al her plains, and ''the wilderness and
the solitary place were glad, aud the desert
rejoice and blossom as the rose"
Rejoice, 0 man, and sing ior joy, Ter
have come 10 be thy ccmpanicn--;o live il
thy bosom. Wouldst thou know where
do dwell? lool; round thee. Thou secst tia;
youth Just entering the world; all is bright
before him. As he passes along, gathering
The summer Aowers, why that sunny smile
which wreathos his lip? an Lis cOmpaa-
ion; l dwell in his choal, and kinIling eye;
hover round him in dreams Of future bliss
and sorrow IS unlhought CT.
Yet again, Look TO the old Occan. whcr,
the free winds, the forked Iightnings, ent
the roaring thunders hold their revels -
Behold The ship tossed on the mountai,
waves!--Yet there is fearless enc within
why now is his bosom calm and his spifi
strong? come 10 whisper all will yet be
be we'll And off, while sailing DER L.
deep, GENE in nightly visions to The mari
ner. Again ne Is at the home o. his child
hood, lie is welcomed by lie aged size, an
his mothers blessing rests upon him; an
as he is c!asred again and again in ihei
warm embraces, his heart is melted, an
tha stror,r rro-, ,-oa-c c,r -,
Once more, come with ne 10 the coac?. O
the dying one. What now is his language
81 fear not the valley OF ne shadow q
death, for Hope, the charmer, fingers IN it
dark recesscs; it points ne 70 land beyont
the grave; eternal day beams through tn
portals Of the tomb, and bright angels hove
round me, and wait to take ny spiri. hcme.
Thou hast sorrow, come 70 inc aad th
bosom shall be glad. Have thy iondes
prospects disappeared like the m!sts c
morning, and cruel disappointment cause
thy bosom TO bleed? yet weep net, for err
long the buds Of happiness snail spring II
IN thy heart, and unfold their lovely petals t
the rays of mfaLiag k0pe.
Hast thou no home? There is q hapr
land whore sorrow can never Gomez thcr
the fountain Of life pours out its hcalin
streams, and on its brinl, are flowers Of til
Immortal Amaran'h. Behold thy home
Art thou alone? Does no friend cheer the
with his smile, Q: she'd with thee the tear
grief? High up in Heaven. are angel
watching DER ,hec; they shar. tIy joys an
feel thy sorrows; daily they hove: roau
thee, and evil may not come.
Perhaps a loved one has left thee Tor tn
land of spirits; and as thoN diAs't cover hi.
with the fresh green sod, tAerc came lnc
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