Fremont journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County [Ohio]) 1853-1866, 1855-12-14
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RAINY BAYS.

er lifted her dark eyes to the sombre heav-
ems, with sober face, and wiStful glance,
as though longing for single spot of blue
to peep between the leadcn-gray clouds.
"Uglym See the liquid pearls rolling
from the glittcring, green leaves of that ado
lescent peach, and those luxuriant althea and
lilac bushes and clinging to the grass-blades
below, in systematic order, until you fancy
them handfulls of clear diamonds, strung
upon slender emerald strands!
Sec the delicate bare arms of the clam
bering honeysuckle, yonder, clasped with
bracelet Jewels that rivals the richness of
Golconda's gems; and the satin-lustre leaves
of the roses and chrysantheums, set in
sparkling silver frames!
"Uglyw To be sure, the mirthloving
and bonnie birds have folded up sedately
their damp wings, beneath some leaky roof
of leaves that lets the soft rain through, in
round white beads, upon the wee bit of a
refugees smooth coat; and the glad sun has
shut his lustrous golden eye, as if 10th to see
Nature weep, but hear the low lullaby of
raindrops patting at the smoky window
pancs, and dripping soothingly from the
hazy brown caves; bark the mystic mur-
mur among the water-soaked, cool, fresh
summer foliage rocking in the rain drifts
Is it not lovcly-the green, glistening land
scape, moist with the baptislnal blessing of
the full bosomcd clouds, slanting soberly
from the distant grey?
Now lean your head upon the rippling
sill misty with up-curling spray, shutting all
sights and sounds underneath the closed lid
slumberouslv. Comes there not happy
memory in the holy hush, with scarcely aud
ible mumur of drifting winds and dropping
waters, tricking from the caves of your spir-
Iit-comes there not happy memory,
brighter than sunshine, folded away behind
the clouds, of long-gone time, when you
fattened your little face against the moist
pane, made misty by your young warm
breath, and pcered eagerly out through the
silycry rain, towards the billowy orchard,
wondering if the little birdlings, huddled
together in the snug nest, off yonder in the
old apple tree, viii live through the pelting
drops, and wishing the sunshine would gush
out from the watery clouds that YOU might
escape from your close prison-house out in
to the pcrfumed air, and scamper through
the big gate by the barn, and over the wet
grass and young corn, to enjoy the luxury of
watching the mothcr-bird coming home with
a dainty bit of bug Or a vermicular morS-
el to drop into the widespread golden-lined
mouths, upStretchcd and piping, in the deep
round nest lodged among the thick leaves
overhead?
We love to 90 back, in fancy, to the glo-
rious days of other years, and visit each old
familiar spot, fastooned with flowers of early
lif's peaceful associations; and many a
pleasant dream we've had, deep in the cush-
ions of "the Old ann chair" down beside
some clouded grey easement, with a sea
like moan of the sitting rain ebbing and
! lowinr in its dusky recess.
Tr,:c, there are sorrowful scenes spotting
'h2 panorama of the past as it moves slowly
before the spirits eyes, scenes of change
and decay, and death, graves rising in
gloomy places, where, long ago, they laid
some loved one, and the soft rain drips from
the long willow leaves, triclling among the
fower-bells that cherishing hearts have caus-
ed to bud and blossom above the slumber-
ing one; but you look not so tearfully upon
them now, and murmur repiningly, 80
good, SO pure, why did He call so soon p
for you have been taught since the great
days when the great sorrow came crushing
the merry laugh out of your youthful soul,
and brimning your eyes with waters of an
guish, that,-in wisdom He doeth all things
and calleth "from the evil to Gomez" and
you think gladly of meeting again, when
life's sunshine is shut up in the cloud-folds
of death, and its ''rain is over and gone"