Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1856-11-29
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NV Musings.

My Musings
II was the noon Of melodlous Sum
mer day, with its sol, breezes wantonlng
among the fresh green leaves, and the
heecy clouds tempering the clear blue Of
the sky, as though it were too pure to be
unveiled to mortal ewes. the glorious sun
impariing its enliving rays 10 all objects
beiow-I wandered know not why
but reason whispers sweetIv III my ear II
was from the impulst Of the moment Ger
the quiet plains a, The still and holy hour
of sunset, and thought that | was all a
lone, save The forest warblers, who haunt
the all surrounding air with their delicious
melody, which is borne back upon the
zephyrs by echo who will always retain
the last parting word. Oh, how sweet
their music, how soothing TO The ear are
their gentle strains as the last note is heard
So swee,y melting in melody. balhec
my hands in the limpid stream floating
away in beauty at my feet, and gently
pressed the fragile flowers, breathing away
their sweet lives in fragrance. How beau
tful the flowers il seems as II they
were designed for our special study and
amusement. Here the Almighty mani
tests himself 10 US, with less Of that daz-
zlng subimity which is almost painful TO
behold in His more magnificent creation.
gaze upon them clothed in all their mod
est beauty, with fond admiration and MUIR
muir:
"My Father made them all"
"Tke earth seemed like to heaven, a
scar where Gods might dwell, and wan
der with delight, and love to haunt her
sacred shades"
marked the ripple dancing, and dream
ed of coral rocks beneath, and PearIy
caves, and bounded DER the moss-lInec
shore and pebbled banks, and thoughts OF
the days gone by, and the future yet to
come, building airy castles; but, like Uio'
plan dreams, they were soon dlspelled.
1t remindelh me of the sorrowful wall OF
a child, who impetuous in sport, quick and
arden, in disposition, soon passes away
and is lulleG calmly asleep. Oh, can
ask have you ever felt a desire to litt the
veil of fulurity, and there behold conceal
ed things that would s'arlle the world with
wonder. But why should |, with my
feeble mind attempt to handle subject so
and prolific. Oh, vain would
be the attempt TO grasp at the overWhel'
ming mysteries that wraps ME world
Ny mind Immediately becomes perplex-
ed, aud ain lost in wonder and asionlsh-
ment at the consumnste skill of the Di-
vine Father of the Universe, who rules
the world with His all controlling inf1u-
ence. and makes every one bow TO ms
will. Perhaps it is better that we DO not
know our fate. Truly "Mutatlon, marks
all earthly things y but let no one with
such an humble genius as mine, attempt
to penetrate the thick mystery that en-
velops the world. Minds far greater have
attempted, but, alas have met with no
success it is too mighty a theme for us
10 grasp, our feeble minds are overwhelm-
ed in its imnensily. Oh, must | stop
Yes, | fancy hear.a sigh OF re'eIl escape
from yeur lips as you have finished read
ing my pen scattered thoughts but one
likes to induIge-in the realms of Fancy
--however feeble their capacities. My
pen must cease its writings, twilight is
coming gently on, and clothing mother
earth in all its beauty. Ii is an hour
when melancholy steals Ger NE and takes
possession Of my thoughts.
otis also an hour when contemplation frem
her haunts,
Moves forward ard with radiant finger points
To YOU, blue concave, swell'd by breath divine
Where, one by one, the living eyes Of heaven
Awake, quick kndling DER the face OF ether
One boundless blaze"
Ills also the time that | am pleased, but
We, am sad. | recall again and again TO
INV memory those that have gone before
to the celestial region above, while my
imagination pictures their much loved
form, and familiar faces so wildly, that
they seem TO stand before me, acting the
same scenes of life DER again which long
have passed Nature itself is hushed,
save gentle sound, which proceeds from
the thick foliage, it is the plainllve
notes of the whippoor-wil, breathing SC
sweetiy upon my ear. Night, and lis
glorious company Of starry hosts surround
me, and yet am all alone.
Sans adieu Votre Ami.
CARRIE.