The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1853-05-26
Plenty of patience and plenty of play.
things, is, after all, the great motto for the
nursery --CongregationaIiSt.
CAANGE.


CAANGE.
The wind, the clouds, the wave, ar,
thy emblems, Change-Creation thy en-
pire. The lonely flower, the towering
forest, the winding rivulet, the mighty
ocean, the smiling valley, and the lofty
mountain, earth and the universe, bow in
obedience to thy laws, Upon the flower
thou writest decay; and all that was once
so beautiful has withered and died. To
the forest, that stretches forth its myriad
arms of strength; thou biddcst the whirl.
wind HE, and 10 earth receives her
shrleking children, PROSTATE upon her
breast Thou TOUGHEST the mountains
side, and the laundering avalanche buries
the riyulets fountain head. Thou stir
rest earth's central fires, and as her bosom
heaves in convulsive throes, old ocean
tolls over the towering mountains peak;
where the valley smiled, the volcano
belches forth its lurid flames; and where
far down beneath the waters, the pale,
pearl lilly of the ocean, once shed her soft
light DER coral beds, the deserts sands
whirl in the dread srocco's breath.
Change but whispers to the seasons,
and blushing spring, clothed in her en-
crald robes of state-crowned with her
hower-gemmed diadem, and waving her
sccpter over earth, bids beauty fling her
choicest treasures forth. Then summer,
with her hot breath, reigns awhile. Then
autumn, as she sits in splendor on her
golden throne, filings her RAINBOW scarf
upon the forests, and bids beauty don
her most gorgeous robes ere she dies
Lastly, comes winter-dread sovereign of
an empire of frost-and shaking his white
locks, chants in dismal wall, the requiem
of the departed seasons and the dying
year.
1t is the twilight hour. Change waves
her mystic wand-night rushes forth
from her cavern house, and as she weaves
her web of darkness. studs it with her mill
ion gems of light. Again, Change waves
her wand, and over the East it cast a sill
yer light-anon, it seems like molten gold;
then, slowly rising from his rosy couch,
the " God of Day." in proud majesty, as
cends his throne-the heavens.
Friendship throws her golden chains
around the human heart, and we are
bound together in their sacred bonds
Change but breathes her blasting breath
upon the precious links; they are broken
assunder, and the eye that once looked
kindly upon us turns away. The heart
that once beat warm towards us, grows
strangely cold, and friends are friends no
longer. Affection clasps us in her warm
embrace. yield to loves gentle pow
er. The brightest attributes of human
nature arc called forth, Sympathy meets
kindred sympathy. Love reigns supreme.
All is happiness. The past is forgotten.
The future casts no shade forward. The
present yields nought but bliss. But
even here Change works her dread spells,
and we weep over our blighted hopes.
A shrine desecrated, and an altar, the
holiest ever raised in earthly devotion,
laid in ruins, leaving its temple lone and
desolate.
Youth, ere manhood has left the traces
of care upon his brow, dreams of fame,
and fancics as he builds gorgeous castles
for the future, that they may be real
Hope bounds high in his young bosom.
Ambition bids him carve his name high
upon the column that gratitude rears to
departed greatness. Nobly resolved to
dare and to do, he bends his energies to
the task. After long years of toll, the
summit is reached; and fame stands
waiting to drop her wreath upon his
brow. But Change, standing at the foun-
tain of his life, grasps the golden bowl
and dashcs it to earth. The spirit takes
its flight from the earth. The mortal has
become immortal-the soul has ascended
to its God, eternal and unchanging