Fremont journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County [Ohio]) 1853-1866, 1853-10-15
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aud ffsll,ies, making bright the saddest eyes,
and sweet the fsialest smile, ,-is the levo ~
women! Wha, we're home without III wha,
were life. what tho world, OF what all we
conceive Of heaven without i'll Ns
They arc small things that mako up ths
sum Of human hspIiness or misery smile
nr kind word. my strengthen US for the
tasks and duties of the day, moro than the
fresh airs Of summer. tnoru than tho shelter
of broad roof. or dainiicst yiands, or most
delicious and inspiring winps, A reproach-
| fu glance, any untoward event, ruthful con.
viction. falls ON ,hc hands Iiks paralysis, an
the heart iikn nildew; and landscape fades
not 40 much with the slant rains of au,umn
beating cold against its flowers, a. FOR tho
presence of any Of these.
a-4.Soouer OF later we gtuw weary, and
cuyei Tor our bleeding feet and br0ken hearts
The comfort of the grave; for life has no good
unmixcd with evil. The laurel iwines itself
only aboul hagpatd and arrhiDg brows; under
the Il me az stcHins across The centuries lie
/ the gray ashes of all dearest hopes. the gthat
waves Of despair beat ever aRainst the citadel
lnf 10Y. until we arc glad TO fold tho darkness
about u.s. and 90 down TO the narrow house,
There, a, least, 10 resi- No troubling dresm
di.,urbs the pillow, no necessity to labur or
to wait, calls us away from the quiet, 10 from,
with fanling and failing powers, the terros Of
adverse dc siinS. The morning goes, aud
comes again. and again, bu, yisi'sour oyelid.
with nc unwclcome light. The sobbing
rains Of the spring time beauiify with How.
crs the covering that sovcr us. The dry leaves
nf ou,umn drop down, and tho white SHOWS
Of winter settle over tho grave mound like
the pale shee, over the newly dead; but 10
tho pale sleepers i, is all the same, for there
! is no work, nor device, nor wisdom, uos
knowl dye in tho grave,
! How like peal of thunder awakening
us from some pleasant dream, when the Dash
ing of the rain al tie window, tho hOwiiha
of the tempest on tho hill, aud tho blank
darkness about us, take tho placclof The sofs
voice that was in Our ears, and The smile iiIat
warmed our hearts. leaving US for moment
startled and bewdercd, comes intelligence
of tho death of friend, whom wo Left a fcw
weeks, ur il may be few days ego, in The
enjoyment Of vigorous health, - +
"A thousand times over we may say To
ourselves: Can my weak banda wrssi my
dcs;iny from the power of Omnisciencet--A
Can warp circumstances to my willi Car
| be other than | amt and 50, yield 10 h"
sway or blind impulse. bul voice that cor
rA.mns us---a s,ll, small yoicc--is speaking
all the while in oar hearts, and making iisrif
felt above our scnseless drclamation TurN
| right about from the temper, weak idl-r,
aud woIk---work dllgenilyand earnestly,d'
Ii ing what your hands find TO do with yulf
l,niphtAund the wicked one will fee awsr.
No mere intellectual resolve, though ever 81
well cuntrivcd, is strong enough without wor'
It YOU como To rock that you can neiii
blast nor break. nor dig under; nor cliInS
over. turn aside, but work on, and by liii
aud litle you will get forward, and each s'.y
will give new strength for the next, ill as
las, you will triumph, even though il be po'
| till tha, "hoary flower that crowns extrcie~
old age" shall have blcssoIned on your brow
The world is full Of bruised aud crushsa
hearis and desolate spirits moans OF sorrrw
creep vpin.ik- through the sunshine, and
und, rin- the laughter, however gay and loud.
P'l!uws Of p,ip, aud chambsrs where 'he s"'i
steep of sleep viii notlread, are all over H.
world; since the serpn, folds were uu,ni's
flowers, there is no perpetual blooms nu'i
since sin lulrnwod tho wrtd with grsve
mounds, and the white wings Of tho angls
darkcncd away from the custe, there il no.
rest and no solace for US any more. eawae
| Our feet would be weary on tha green
| hills of heaven in the first passionate Goa y
sciunsn ss of our drEoaiion, and our ira
p,rchi d by the sweet waters Of life, il Ill
that made an Eden 10 US hero were wanting
thcte. +,
We have need to be thankful that VIII q
man brought on the primal glory of his nsty.
lurc the mildsw of sin, God did not cas-, ts
utterly from him, but in the unsearchal,, I
richnes. of his no,cy s,ruek open the refuge
of the grave. Il there were no fountwia,
where our sins Of scatlat might be wash Il
whlu. as wool, if the black night OF den h
were not bordsred by the golden shadows ri
he morning of Immortality. if deep in ,lh~l
darkness were not hidden the foundations ~
he white basiions OF peace, il were yri srl
Iineslthahie privilege to lay asiie the bur'l"n
Of lie, for life becomes, sooner or later, .
burden, and an echo among ruins.
--It seems. sometimes, ne If we werc hM
tlrifled here and there. by blind chances. IA
perish, al last, liko ihe flowers; and this vss,
psciniiy seems true, when, ailer striving aarsi
ncstly but vainly TO pi"rcs the dsrku-ss
which lies be,&~cn The f,r,hes, sire,rh oi
Imagination. shd lhe et~ttnai brightness.
about God, nur thoughts come back 10 ont
poor uottal bling. Else II seems thai o.
we're pred sinated fyum eternity m oil ri
Iccr,ain yuund, from Which thsreis no, acap
Land. sick at heart, Wc turn from emch hfy
lend, a,or Wc.hate ion4iltlc Of the rhl,i's
Ifl,h-lou litla of simple asnd irusifui Istls
aace on sour Father" t1io9 asA
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