Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1855-05-30
FOR THE SPIRIT OF THE AGE.
To the Social Circle"
Night throws her silent tresses back,

might throws her silent tresses back,
And Ger the mountain tops afar
She leaves a soft and moon light track,
More glorious than tho day-beams are
1t is night-bright, beautiful, starry night;
and the soft silver beams of the moon are
dancing on my window sill, and wreathing
themselves in fantastic shapes about my
quiet little room. Oh if there is a charm
in Nature that can hold my heart spell bound,
it is the soft enchantment Of scene like
this when the silvery moon beams nestle
lovingly amid the deep green foliage of the
woods, or play caressingly among the golden
tresses of youthful innocence. But not with
this quiet moon, or Der host of virgin stars
are my thoughts tonight. No they are far
away with the Social Circle Wondering if
they will admit Il stranger into their ranks
one who has nothing to recommend her but
her warm, sunny heart-a simple country
girl-afarmer's daughter-one who has been
reared far back in the seclusion Of the noun
tains, until their deep gorges and rugged
cliffs are familiar as household words -
and has stood upon their towering heights
and gazed in wrapt admiration upon this
broad, beautiful earth Of ours, until sight,
wearied with it's wanderings, paused to rest
among the quiet valleys and gently sloping
hills Of her own proud Rdtipe State, and fal
away in that dim distance, beyond the city
Of oaks where the feecy clouds stopped t.
kiss the mountains hoary brow, fingered
perchance, among the sleeping wales, wher'
dwell some of the warm hearted girls OF tn
Social Circle Will you then admit me t
your ranks
have read the beautiful thoughtst ha
flow out from your warm hearts thro. tn
medium of the Spirit until you seer
as familiar to my heart as if we had war
dered together along the fowery paths of m
mountain home from our swee childhood
and | feel that you have spirits kindred wit
my own, and am longing. to pour out
you the foil up-gushings of my heart. Wi
you not listen to my earnest pleadings ov'
this arch of moonbeams built ~radiantly b
tween us p and shall they not bear me bac
q response that will make the tender fbr
of my heart thrill with pure joy? | W
not presume to be q STAR of equal magnitu'
with yourselves in your brilliant CIRCLE b
am content to be even n SATELLITE, that W
shine only thro' your reflected beams.
/ sit and gaze upon this quiet moon a
these %silvery beams that play around n
until they shape themselves into shini
! links, uniting hearts of kindred sympath
and feelings-and my heart, dear girls,
going forth to you is floating out on t
dreamy tide to the 'old House R. G. Slap
so beautifully portrayed, and the merry
cial Circle gathered there and | am To-
ing to clasp you to my heart in a warm {
brace and hear you welcome me to your h
l. ply Circle. Fancy has pictured each and ev
one of you in glowing colors there is N
d tie May, a gpsh of happy song swelling
ID dying away in ftful echoes down to the
10 old forest aisles and Lottie Linwood, a
woodland minstrel and Lille Lea
- moon beam sleeping on the bosom of a s
III mer's lake and the Flora F~laville, q 81
owy, ethereal creature hat you felr
tn vanish from your sight and Inez Irv
dy with her intellectual eyes liked on you
10. Lora, and Minnie, and lone and Aunt M
.ve Miller-our AULD AUNTIE pEAR-and NJ
Nm Original, too (wonder if he is not a B
IT. Flor p beside a whole host of laughter
TIC ing girls-all wild with merriment-a
am so glad and happy, because [ feel
'dy you are all my TWIN SISTERS.
But the stars are growing dim in the
nty and l must check my fancy's flight.
he night, dear girls, aFd tho we may r
meet, still / trust WE may hold commu
thro' the medium of thought, the mystic
ere that binds kindred souls together. Y
one sincerely, CARRIE CLlNTO
'tu- Oak Hill, May, 1855.