The Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, Ohio) 1853-1861, 1856-06-14
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LETTERS FROM THE RIVER SIDE
NO d.
BY MARTIN LANSING HIGGINS.

NO. 4.
BY MARTIN LANSING HIGGINS.
Once more the sloping banks of this beau
tiful river are clothed with the green grass,
and the pleasant groves that line its course,
are putting forth their buds and leaves, in
all the grandeur and freshness of the growing
season. Drawn by the pleasantness of the
scene, and wooed by the soft breezes that
play through The air, find myself safely
ensconsed by the roots of a giant oak, to en-
joy the sweet pleasures of the passing hour
The burning sun, is slowly sinking down in
the blue west, and the last rays of the Day
God, are family shining over forest, field and
hill. The tleecy clou Is are fringed with
golden hues, and flashing streams of crimson
lights are streaking up the heavens, with a
ilo of briancy and glory. o, the beauty
and sp'en1or, of sunset like this. Such a
sunset, as can alone be seen in the west ;
and, one of the grandest scenes in nature
The Poets soul has revelled in its magniii-
cence, and mingled with its trascendent bril-
liancy, the lofiest corruscations of genius,
aid the grandest imagery of his art
"'TwaS sunset, and the RAM des Vaches was sung,
Aud lights were rthe Helvitou mountains flung,
Th t gave the glacier tops their richest glow,
And tnged the lakes like molten gold below.
Bnt, the sun has gone down and vanish
ed, with mute aIieu, to the waveless
ocean, and the unlrodden sky The sofU twi
light, steals DER the earth, and sheds mild
radielce on the b,ow ofthe night; while the
suItry heats cf the sun, have wasted away, in
the "cool cisterns" of the twilight air, and
the clouds of eve reflect unmoved, the lingcr-
ing beams Of day. The fresh breeze wakes
Oh the lills, inl comes whispering among
Il trembling leaves, and warblng brooks
singing on the air. and dancing on the wave.
And more than these
THE village bell, with silver chime,
Come soitened or the distant shore,
Trough have heard them many time,
They never rung sweet before,
The moOuhcams lay upou the hill,
he shadows in the vale
Aud here and there leaping ril
Va, laughing in the gale
Yet, now again the twilight hours have
f.d. Like the flying birds, they have van
shed away, and ''the trailing garments of the
night" begin to fringe the sky,
81 felt her presence, by its spell of might,
Stoop o'er me from above
The calm, majestic presence of the night,
As of The one love.
"Teu thousand stars were in the sky,
Ten thousand in the sea
For every wave with dimpled cheek
That lc ped upon the air,
Had caught a star in its embrace,
And held it trembling there
0, what a sight for the Poets eye! Ten
thousand worlds in sight Ten thousand
glitering stars, spread out DER the bright
concave of the sky-and millions, of shining
ncbula, fill up tho brilliant scene. "Shine
on, o stars; brave watchers of the night"
Guard well your posts, ye ministers oflight--
"'Twas yours, the wild and hallowing spell
That lured me from gnOble CLEANS
Taught me where swCeter fountains swell,
Than ever bless the worldling's dreams.
l look up, and behold your strange Won
drous beauty, and my heart throbs as l con
template the vast unknown that lies beyond.
How the imaginative mind looks out, on the
far off immensity. What are the habtations,
and who, are the dwellers there What
strange, mysterious forms, inhabit the far of
spheres. Who can tell-"Can hating edi-
pus of earth, guess the enigma of the uni
verse? Not one But, nevertheless the
Imagination never sleeps, and we dream on
Thoughts of my soul swift We go
Swift the eagles glance of fire
Or arrows from the archer's bow
To the far aim of your desire"
But, turn away from these reflections and
look upon the smooth silvery wave, and listen
to the night winds, as they steal along the
eddying river. My heart is hushed My
spirit stilled-as on the murmuring breeze, l
hear the Poet sing
How beautiful this night The balmiest sigh,
Which vernal zephyrs breathe in evenings ear,
Were discord to the speaking quietude
| That wraps this novel scene. Heavens ebor
vault,
Studded with stars unutt, rably bright,
| Thro' which the moons unclouded grandeur rolls
Seems like canopy which love had spread
To curtain her sleeping world.
FLINT, Mich, May, 1856
HIGH LlFE BELOW STAlRs.-Good House
keeper" What is the meaning of this veni
son steak on the butchers book, Bridget?