The Port Gibson reveille. (Port Gibson, Miss.) 185?-1857, 1854-05-17

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Tears are the sensible out-pOurings of the
soul-the sacred waters paFtizing the first.
born emotions Of the spirit with n power Of
sincerity. and fruthfulncss. and love, which
grow green and healthy in the refreshing
shower.
The precious strcamlet Of tears moistens
the heart with wholesomeness, and there is
the fountain whence they flow. And that
streamlet yields life and strength to high pur.
poses and noble sentiments to impulses to-
ward the beautiful and aspirations after the
great poetry of nature.
What is there not in tears that is good
what is in them that can be evil Radlatlons
from heaven leap of from the cye.drops Of
the mourner and reiOicer.-of him who hath
lost or gained yellow harvest in the broad
field of human desire and human labor.
The magic wand which strikes the heart of
the hardened bosom, and bids the tears flow,
is welded ever by ministering hand to some
cause Of noble verify The rivulet Of tears
may flow o'er ainty pebbles. and grow turbid
in its distant course, losing its first sweet mu-
sic in deepened echoes. and the fresh taste OF
its earliest ripple; but in the aperture whence
it first came there was diamond beaming,
and the purity of virgin gold lay about its
pristine struggles to be seen and heard.
A mighty and solemn sacredness dwells in
tears; they are the genial gush Of God-im-
planted sympathy, with the beautiful weak
ness and sweet protection-needing Of all cre-
atcd things. If they be indication Of the fall
lible nature which lost Paradise. they assert
the heayen-like and immortal power to win it
back again. when most needed by the weary
and patient-sufering.
They are the veiceless prayers Of many
hours, those gontlc tears and the informal
religion of Great First Cause.
Like holy pilgrims wandering for aid and
love, and way-sore with toll, come those tears !;
and he who can resist their tender mournful-
ness, their vast appeal to all of good in our
nature, cannot himself call them up when he
most requires their aid, and chokes for their
delicious relief
The bosom Of adamant, whereon tears can
fall unhecdcd, opening no buds of love and
sympathy. aud drying up among sere leaves
only hath no tears underneath its sterness,
hath no better nature, hath no feeling for
other souls nobler than its own.
Tears even angels must shed, and with
these liquid weapons wash away the sins OF
erring man, and blot out from the great vol
ume Of crimes the dark records there.
An entire religion, life, soul may be
embraced in single tear; for it can purchase
heaven. and yield brightness of an external
existence unto him who owns its holiness. A
tear may be as a vast ocean TO wash away the
scarlet wickedness Of hundred misguided
spirits.
And in tears there is no real weakness. but
strength: strength of the inner being -
strength to feel for woe and pain; strength to
be less than man in order TO be more; strength
to bear and reveal sentiment borrowed from
the skies. and charactered from Jehovah and
his tuneful host among the stars
Woman would be less than she without
tears her loveliness would fade, did her
bright eyes ne'er veil themselves with the
flowing of her heart-did her divine nature
not burst forth in priceless drops Of sadness
that naught human can withstand.
What were man, unless he knew the sa-
credness, the support. the consolation. the re.
ligion of tears? His tears may fall inward
! ly; but they then wear fearfully his heart,
and build up a great agony in his soul. No
eye may see them, nor suggest their being; /;
but they fall sometimes aud somehow, and
their breath may be felt in his voice, and their
dew be seen through the light Of his eye.
Our heart yearns towards tear, and he
who sheds it must be better than before its
shedding. In that bosom out of which tear
comes there il somefhinp GOOD remnant
Of a noble nature left, distorted and blackened
though it be never so much. We feel love,
such as all rescued spirits must one day feel
for each other, towards the tear from ono who
yields it truly; for that tear doth prove still
loving, sympathetic. truthful, good-sceking
heart
" Hide not thy tears weep boldly, and be proud
To give the flowing virtue manly way;
lis natures mark to know an honest heart by.
Shame on those breasts Of stone that cannot melt
In soft adoption Of another's woeW
-JuRiHS.