Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1854-11-22
Flowers and Love.
BYLORA.

FLOWERS are loves truest language
quotes your graceful correspondent, Charlie
from the writings of Mr.. Park Benjamin, and
the truth of the sentiment | do not dare to
gainsay, nor would / even wish to do so if [
could. But Charlie links them, in their
fragile loveliness, with human loves alone
with those beautiful perceptions and purer
appropriations which belong to youth and it's
subsequent deYelopment of v~irtuous character.
He associates them with noble manhood when
loves witching fingers awakes his hearts
sterner chords to the low, sweet, subtitle mel
ody which is henceforth to modulate and sof-
ten his life> He identifies them with trust
ing maidenhood, When her ear first learns to
listen for the wellkh0wn football, and the tu-
multuous bounding of her heart which sends
the roseate blushto her brow, the lovelit CLEAN
to her eye, and the welcoming smile to her
lip. Perhaps, he is young himself andhealth,
and happiness, and love fills to the brim the
chalice of his soul, and filings their blissful
radiance athwart the more prosaic occupa-
tions and reflections of his daily life. This
is all well. There is nothing incompatible
with the discharge of the humblest obligation
and the finer perceptions which may ever be
connected with this probationary life. 1.-THE
rose pales and withers in a day, there still
fingers a fragrance amid it's wilted leaves
which rescues its transitory beauty from con-
tempt. If the rainbow gently fades from
your vision, as you gaze thereon, assurances
are still linked with its evanescent beauty
which difuses itself through the heart, even
as twilight music steals Ger the senses, lull.
ing all excited fears to rest. Ifthe woodman's
axe lays low the stately tree, there remains
a vitality in its mutilated remains which will
produce new shoots to fill the giants place
So in human life if hopes bright flowers
fade-and prospective hues all melt away
and strong r~eliances are broke, we have but
to study more deeply Gods great and holy
plans-to review more carefully his beautl
full and glorious works-examine more min
utely the social dependencies left US, still Il
become aware of the fact hat fragrance, ant
hope, and vitality, are still, in some way
identified with the bruised flowers, and fader
joys, and broken r~eliances of our inner life
1t lowers may be designated as language
meet of loves pure fame between mortals VIII
had no hand in their creatiOn-nor added on
line to their spotless hues, or flung the faln
test breath of perfume among their fragll
leaves-oh! how much more strongly spea
they the deeply unutterable language Of low
from Him who doeth all things welP?' w
look upon His nobler works in awe-struc
silence. The stupendous mechanism of a
unfathomable uniVerse-the towering mOur
tain-the beating crag-stunning cataract
and the ever restless, surging sea. We stan
back and gaze bewildered until we shrin
into very nothingness and feel our W a
dacity in presuming that the spirit whic
t guides the rolling spheres, and marks tt
! pathway for the blazing comets fight am
t the concourse of unnum5ered worlds, al
4 chains the mountain to it's base, and lays Il
, boundary for old oceans anthem,soundil
waves, can stoop to list unto our faint al
lowly prayer.
r Abroad we look upon the sky: vast, distar
r glorious with it's world of suns-upon t
earth in granduer richly clad-but find
foothold for our feeble, wavering faith.
e None2 All! look again. The little BIT
e eyed foweret lifts its head above the graz
d at our feet, and looks serenely up to HEAVIER
face, and then, rebuked in self-abasemel
bow, and realize afresh.
- His glory,
Who could make a world,