Western Reserve chronicle and weekly transcript of the times. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1854-1855, 1855-04-18

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appointed for that purpose. to Mr. Nsthanie
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Isometimes feel that could blot
All traces Of mankind from earth
ASH twere wrong to blast them rot,
They so degrade, 50 shame their birth.
To think that earth should be so fair,
So beautiful and bright thing:
: That nature should come forth and wear
- Such glorious apparelling; Z
That sky, sea, air, should live and glow
With light and love and holiness,
And vet men never feel or know
How much God Of love can bless
How deep their debt of thankfulness.
- I've seen the sun 60 down. and light
Like foods Of gold poured on the sky
When every tree and flower was bright,
And every pulse was beating high,
+ And the full soul was gushing love,
And longing for its hsme above
And then. when men would soar. IL ever,
To the high homes Of thought and soul
When life's degrading ties should sever,
And the free spirit spurn control
. Then have seen. (Oh how my cheek
Is burning with the shame feel,
. Thst truth is in the words speak,
I've seen my fellow creatures steal
Away to their unhaliow'd mirth,
As If the reTelries Of earth
Were ali that they could feel or share,
And glorious heaven were scarcely worth
Their passing notice or their care.
I've said was a worshipper
= At woman's shrine-yet even there
/ found unworthiness of thought,
And when deem'd 1 just had caught
The radiance Of that holy light
- Which makes earth beautiful and eright-.
When eyes OF Ore their flashes sent,
And rosy lips look'd eloquent
Oh have turn'd and wept, to find
Beneath il all a trihing mind.
I was in one of those high halls,
Where genius bresthes in sculptur stone,
Where shaded light in sottness falls
On pencild beauty. They are gone,
Whose hearts Of FIRE and hands Of skill
Had wrought such power-but they spoke
To me in every feature still,
And fresh lips breath'd and dark eyes woke,
And crimson cheeks flushed glowingly
To life and motion. had knelt
And wept with Mary at the tree
Where Jesus sufered-I had felt
The warm blood rushing to my brow
At the stern buffet Of the jew
Had seen the God of glory bow,
- And bleed for sins he never knew
And had Wept. 1 thought that all
Must feel like me-and when there came
A stranger, bright and beautiful
With step OF grace and eye otfame,
And tone and look most sweetly blent
To make her presence eloquent.
Oh, then look'd for tears. We stood
q Before the scene Of Calvary
saw the piercing spear-the blood
The gaIl-the Erithe Of agony
I saw his quivering lips in prayer,
"Father forgive them"-all was there.
turnd in bitterness of soul
And spoke of Jesus. had thought
Her feelings would refuse control;
For woman s heart, / knew, was frzught
With gushing sympathies- She gard
. momensan II earelessly,
Then coldly curl'd her lip, and prsis'd
The high priests garnentl Could II be
That look was meant. dear Lord, for thee
Oh. what Is woman-Hhat her smile
Her lips of IOve-her eyes Of light
What is she. If her lips reEile
The loEly Jesus Love may write
His name upon her marble brow
And inger in her curls Of jet
TIE light spring flower may scarcely bow
Beneath her step, and yet-and yet
Without this meeker grace, shell be
~ A lighter thing than vanity