Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1854-09-20
3 is heaven and heaven is love-"

apOthegm we heartily cling our
selves; but being impartial, we give both
sides a hearing and open the pages OF l.. y.
Landon, the modern Sappho, who mourntul-
ly sings of URrectprocGted Love:
otis the spirits bitterest pain
To love and not be loved again,
And yet between a gulf which ever,
The hearts that burn to meet must sever.
Ger some, Loves shadow may but pass
As passes the breath stain DER glass;
And pleasures, cares and pride combined
Fill up the blank love leaves behind
But there are some whose loyo is high,
Entire, almost idoletryS
VIII turning from o heartless world,
Ask some dear thing which may renew
Affections severed links, and be
As true as they themselves are true.
But loves bright font is. never pure,
And all his pilgrims must endure
All passions mighty suffering,
Ere they may reach the blessed spring.
And some who waste their lives to find;
A prize which they may ever win .,...
Like those who seek for Irem's groves,
Which found they may not enter in"
We turn to the poet Neale, who speaks thus
1neEfrs Diend Beneath bis influence as the colors
Diend In the rainbow, where each separate hue
Grows faint and fainter, till its varied tints
Fade on our wandering eyes and we behold
Nothing but heaven"
Charles Swain thus defines Love.
AONOs
Glove! I will tell thee what it is to love.
1t Is to build with human thoughts q shrine
Where hope sits b~rooding like a beautous dove.
Where Time seems young, and life a thing divine.
All tastes, all pleasures, all desires combine,
10 consecrate this sanctuary of bliss.
Above the stars in shroudless beauty shine.
Around the streams their howery margin kiss.
And If there 8 heaven on earth, that heaven is
surely this"
We love to quote favorable passages like
the above, but they are few and far be-
tween Love however, we hold to be a deli
cious feeling, Notwithstanding what fIogg
says;
Glove, Love, Love;
Love is like a dizziness,
1t wunna let a puir bodie
Gang about his business"
1fLove is like q powerful vertigo, We must
have had enough of dizziness, for we can
scarcely recall the time in our past life when
we did not love Something-pardon, fair rea-
derive mean to say when - that is.
All! you are going to worm a secret from
us, and we always wish to be a Leetle close on
that matter. We turn to R. Montgomery,
who says of Woman's love:
Err the tongue
Can utter, or the eye a wo reveal,
Her smile is round US, like a guardian spell
Which nothing ~scatters, save the tyrant gloom
OF death and then whose unforsaken glance
Till the last hue of being fade, from dawn
To midnight keeps angelic watch beside
The ebbing spirit, lighting tito heaven"
John Clare, rustic Bard, likewise saws OF
Woman's Love
IT'S the gem of beauty's birth
1t completes with joys above,
What were angels upon earth,
If without woman's love.
Sweet wcmsn's love-"
We have always thought that the words
Angel, Angelic, &C., when used in regard to
the beings Of this sublunary world, were on.
ly applied to the Ladies. Glare, if we mis-.
take not, was a Bachelor. Had he been a
Benedict we would have forgiven him for the
misuse of the word. Let us now see what
N. P. Willis says of Woman's love:
~Oh man may bear with suffering his heart
Is q strong thing, and God-like ia the grasp
OF pain that wrings mortality; bat tear
One chord affection elings to, part one tie
That binds him unto woman's delicate love,
And his great spirit yieldeth like a reed"
Such is the power of woman's love on
Man: (Clare would have said on an Angel