The miners' express. (Dubuque, Iowa) 1849-1854, 1853-07-06
SABBATH IN SPRING.

Life, fresh yong life !! Does not every OBJ
ject speak IF this? Does not the spring grass
that borders will the way-sidr, tell Of it,
What is there, from the FULL blown yellow
daffadll, TO the gau't old apple tree, that fails
to repeat t' Nor even there, on that old tree,
that week agoshow.d scarce more of green than
the stone wall it oserhangs, are little leaf
buds swelling and expanding into tender shoots
of green
Life FRI m the dead It's every where. The
great ;dea is writ en- all over the earth Not
one Easter day only will We keep, for the grea
truth of the resurrection finds its witnesses in
every green thing. Or all days, then through
all hours in this verna season, let it receive the
hearts assent, truth not hidden away in for
getfulness, but written in letters of beauty, in
in innumerable forms of lursling lie every
where.
A presence is all around. 1t breathes in the
soft south wind, it unlocks tie petals of the
waiting plants, brings the myterinus birth of
the fl .wers, wakens the whole ,arth to ioy-
"Beaufy, tenderness and love-" injured by the
outward creation, reach the deep places of tn,
soul, and we not only know, but feel the pres.
ence of the Creator.
All that the eye beholds is but III, image of
something which we see not yet. TIL, material
but family shadows forth The glory ofthe splr-
itua, and at this sweet season, wh~n he time
for The singing of birds has come, and thu Earth
is robed in glory, as by s'epping stone, may
in the beauty thai is seen raise III. soul t. the
contemplation of Ike Invisible and the unrad ng
On the calm blue air, laden with sunshine,
how sxeetly floats sound of the church bell
Along the villa re pa hs it nds its gentle sum
mons, reaching the most sheltered, ieaiy spot :,
entering the mos, retired dwelling, and causing
many qsiet and happy groups to wend their way
10 the house of God.
Yes; blessed s'are they that dwell in thine
house = Yet is it not to day manifest that the
universe is his temple? Dies not the whole
Earth render praisr,-an offering 10 Him from
whom all life proceeds?
Amid this re surrection of nature, how are we
carried back to that hallowed hour when the
angel of the Lord rolled back the imprisonng
stone from the door of the sepuchre, and the
FIRST born from the dead came firth and walked
,nong the living, himself the G,ver of new
life Nor backward alone flows the tide of
thought, butsees in all this, inscribed in lovely
emblem the great truth that man nerer dies =
The glorious yet fearful boon of continued exis-
tence is immutabiy His.
As truly as this rnbe of living green is now
spreading itself over hill and dale, truly shalt
they who are in The graves awake to life. We
see the blades of grass emerging from the dea h
If winter, where TO all appearance, they had
found a grave, and that other resurrection
though We see not yet. we most assnrediy shall.
The mystery that hangs over the greater and
nobler birth hangs over the lesser also. We no
more understand or explain the one than the
other.
But on the wings of this sweet morning, as
he Sabbath bells summon along green p.ths to
h house ot aver may we SEMI up our incense
# praise to Hin, who, amid The entoldlnes of
mystery, still ''doeth all things well. OHrs
BaRcA MAD