The Delaware herald., 1854-05-10
Original Attiflts,
Written for the Herald.
Flo ers and Love.
BY LoRA.

"FLowERs are loves trnest language"
quotes your graceful correspondent, Charlie"
from the writings of Mr.. Park Benjamin, and
the truth of the sentiment l do not dare toi
gainsay, nor would | even wish to do so 1T l
could But 80 Charlie" links them, in their
fragile loYeliness with human loves alone
with those beautiful perceptions and purer ap-
precautions which belong to youth and its sub
sequent development OF vlrtuous character
lie associates them with noble manhood when
loves witching fingers awakeshis hearts sterner
chords to the low, sweet, subtitle melody which
is henccforth to rlodulate and soften his life
He indentifies them with trusting maideuhood,
when her ear first learns to listen for the we'll
known football and the tumultuous bounding OF
her heart which sends the roseate blush TO her
brow. the loyelit CLEAN to her eye, and the well
coming smile to her lip. Perhaps hels young
himself; and health, and happiness, and love hills
to the brm the chalice of his soul, and filings
their blissful radiance athwart the more prosaic
occupations and reflections of his daily LIFE
This is all well. There is nothing Incompatible
with the discharge of the hnrnblest obligation
and the finer perceptions which may ever be
connected with this probationary life. II the
rose paIes and withers in a day, there still linz
gers fragrance amid its wilted leaves which
rescues its transitory beauty from contempt
If the rainbow gently fades from your vision, as
you gaze thereon, assurances are still linked
with It's eyanescent beauty which dlhuses ltsell
through the heart, even as twilight music steals
DER the senses, lnlling all excited fears to rest
If the woodman's axe lays low the stately tree
there remains vitality IN Its mutllated remains
which viii produce new shoots to hll the giant
place. So in human life; 1T hopes brigh
flowers fade--and prospective hues all mel
away. and strong re.iances are broke, we hav,
but to study more deeply Gods great and hol.
plans--to review more cayefully MS beautiful
and glorious works--to examine more minutel
the social dependencies left as, still to beeom
aware of the fact that fragrance, and hope, an
vitality. are still, in some way, identifea wit
the bruised flowers and faded joys, and broke
reliances of our inner life. If flowers may
designated as language-meet of loves pun
fame between nortals who had no hand IN the
ereation--nor added one line to their spotle
hues, or flung the faintest breath OF perfun
among their fragile leaves--oh how nus
more strongly speak they the deep unutterab
langnage Of love from Him who doeth Q
things well"a We look upon His nobler wor
nawe-struck silence The stlpendousme
ism of an unfathomable aniverse-the toweriI
mountain--the beating crag--the stunning cat
ract--and the ever restless, surging sea v
stand back and gaze bewildered until we shri
into very nothingness and feel our own audscl
in presuming that the spirit which guides I
rolling spheres, and marks the pathway for
blazing comets flight amid the concourse
unnumbered worlds, and chains the mounts
10 its base and lays the boundary for old ocea.
em-sounding waves, can stoop to list ul
our faint and lowly prayer. fsssssr
Abroad we look upon the sky vast, dista
glorious with its world Of suns--upon the ca
in grandeur richly clad-but find no tooth
for our feeble, watering. faith. None 4
look again. The little piue-eyed foweret
its head above the grass, at our feet, and 10
se,cnelv uf 10 Heavens face, and then, rebu
~ salf. abasea,ent. bow, and realize sfresk