Fremont journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County [Ohio]) 1853-1866, 1855-04-06
miscellaneous
Night.


Night.
Eow lovely is night, starry, summer night,
when peace takes the place Of busy dav Oh.
il is sweet TO one Of meditatiVe mind 10 muse
away the twilight hour, TO behold the stars, one
by one, come out and The moon ride high, in
her ma iesty, II lifts the soul to God, it brings
enc in communion with the Author ofail things
whom
"Sun, and moon, and stars and seas obey"
How welcome is night 10 the weary. Who
has not felt. after the labor Of a we arisome DAY,
how refreshing it is TO lay the tired limbs upon
our beds, 10 seek the pillow ofrepnRe. TO forget
our cares, ourtroubles, our he arIburnings, and
sleep calmly and sweetly an infants Sleep
Night is the time for dreams when our sleep
ing and waking thoughts seem blended togeth-
er, when the past and the future are before US,
and visionary forms seem fitting about our
couch; and lost ones are with us and we live
over again the days of other years and feel the
"Hopes that were cherished in their birth,
But persisted young like things Q! earth"
Night is the time for toll, for intellectual toll
! The student loves the night; he can then ex-
plore the fields OF science, intent TO find the rich
treasures Of knowledge, with which to satisfy
the aspiration ofan immortal mind. Turn thee
mistaken one, to the fountain Of all knowledge,
and learn, that "the fear of the Lord is the be-
ginning of wisdom, and the knowledge Of the
| Holy One is understanding" Night is well
come to the sick and earth's weary ones, and TO
the homesick mind il brings the recollection Of
those we have loved and left, it may be, in
distant land, or who have gone before us to that
bright land, ''where it's one summer always and
storms never come"
Night is the time for repentance. We brood
over the many hours msspent, and back TO our
memory comes every sin, and wrong and un-
kind word, and harsh neglect, till the stricken
one will weep. and Hope will fold her wings,
and Despair's black cloud settle heavily over
the mourner, till the bright sun Of Gods fo1giv-
ing love dispels our every fear. Night is the
time for PRAYER. Our blessed Saviour oft with
drew from the busy throDg Of men and in a des
ert mountain poured out his soul in agonzing
prayer, and so will all do who follow him
They will steal away at evenings hour and
pray in solitude. When all nature is hushsdin
silence, TO calmly yield up this mortal breath, to
cease from sin and toll, to leave this world of
pain, and lie down in the grave, to sleep the
sleep that knows no waking, till we pat on i'm
mortal bloom in the paradise of God. love
the nights music is sweetest whe borne upon
the heavy air Of the night;
Scare is lighter, joy is brighter,
In the still and peaceful night"
How intensely solemn is moonlight burial
when the howery Nav turf is broken for one
more grave, and the eOffined form Git may have
been dear to us) is lowered into IFS narrow rest
ing-place which may become to us haowed
ground where we will often come, in the pure
and softened moonlight, and sit and think of
them who may lie at our feet. And there will
be a night when you and l will lie down, to
never rise again. Then, ys needless followers
Of vanity. ye who pass your nights in unthink-
ing mrth remember that above the sky, in
Gods book, are remembered all your nights and
days: and ye, who are ready for this solemn
tribunal, welceme each night as nearer the fru
iiiOn Of your hopes, and when the night Of death
shall come, joyfuly resign your feeble breath
for home in the skies. Again | say blessed
night! HARLAN.