The Cedar County advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Iowa) 1853-1856, 1855-07-11

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Poor Claude Cold hearted ones
glanced a. his worn garments. marked
his poverty. and sneered contemptuous-
ly. Selfish, contracted, ever crushing
humanity whispered its calumnies,
breathed its curses-sought to weigh
down The bouyant spirit, and wondered
as the bark danced onward.
Proud, happy, Claude VIVA, cared
he Tor snser when hopes 50 beautiful,
swelled deep wl.h.n his bose@s A with.
ering glance from the dark eye--a haugh-
,y smile. flung from the curled lip-aud
many one turned blusing away s,ung
by scorn Of conscious power. r
What cared he for the calunn!es, the
curses, and the obstacles they would cast
before, and round about him He
| marked the envious hatred that would
destroy him, and bade the soul Uithin,
rise proudly, grandly up, and force its
pa ssage onward - onward.
Aye let the spirit feel its strength,
and know its power; bid 1t unloose It's
letters, and spread wiLe its pinlons, aud
then. We cannot crush it down. Twill
rise, and soar beyond thy vision. Twill
laugh thy fiendish efforts scornfully
away, Twill fling thy crushing weights,
darkeued humanity, back on thy bur-
lhencd sei-and with con,emptous scorn
wi,hcr thee in thy guilt Beware ,nhom
We would bind-mark we'll the spirit ye
would check.
Twenty summers since the old sexton
had led Claude, weeping from his moth
ers grave, had passed, and he was alone
in his lonely room. Again he clung close
to a dying mothers bosom. Again he
heard the cold cleds fall upon the cotiia
lid, and weary pain lay on his heart
strings Then to his holy stars he turned
his fearful gaze, and back from their
bright home came answering tones o
music. Peace whispered sweetly, hope
bound him to The skies, aud his life-malc CT
grew more beautiful. From the BIZ
depths, vision Of heavenly magic st,l
cam. amid his dreams, and the heart
pulse wearied not. Loneliness mi gh
come, sadness 0 'es shadow, and he rites:
thursts be hurled, bu, proudly, mid then
all, a monarch vii. should reign su-
preme.
And thus it was thought traced It's in
agery IN CLOWN. characters, that cause
HE heart to beat III wondering awe.
Thought, wild with rapture, met the spr
IT'S gaze, and baic ii leap for JOY
Thoughts deep, melting with tender sym
pathy, whispered TO weary ones, and All
sverng chords were touched, that Ion:
had slumbercd sadly. Aye. there wa
sweet music for the stricken, that causet
the tears Of pen, up grief to flow an
find relief
Sorrow bad touched the writer's hear
aud his pen moved gently Laurels an
tlessings for thee, Claude
Agan-and listening crowds sa, NUT
with deep wrough, feeling. The Ia
form stood majestic. The white bro
frowncd, as moors storm cloud. Tn
dark eye flashed, as lightning breaks
From the fire touched lips came word
,ha, burned with their Intensity, an
thoughts Of eloguence that scarcely nee
/ be murmured. Before them, with
magic power the orator spread his spin
IT'S pIumagc, and swaying multitude
bowed down.
Proud victory for thee, Claude.
Years roll. aud life .anes. Earth
not all laurels, and victory enters not I'll
tomb. The dark streams swelIs, an
they force not its & 6oods.
Claude Pierre wakes to another exi;
,ence, and gazes with deeper yearnin
to the skies. Louder are the tones =
Close to his spirit comes alresh, the che,
ished voice Thou art guarded II
= starts as from dream, and wonders th'
he knew no: JOY like this before. II
; living waters now are quaffed. II
: truths eternal feast his soul.
The life that never dies, hath lit i
: fires within, and glorious is the dawnlr
: Of never setting sun.
Again. We listen to the iervel
: pleadings Of voice IN player. "
mark the humble trust, the cllnging fait
and feel that newborn hopes are ,her
> Joy fills the heart.
/, We trace along the inspired page, lie
by magic skill. We tremble at Il
dark, deep stains that curse our worl
and blind our vision. We fee from evi
!, as from monster. and long to find Il