Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1856-08-28
Gbe Social Girfle.
Written for the Green Mountain freeman
Twilight Musings.
BY CARRIE CARLETON.

lis twilights calm and holy hour. The
sun, which all day long, has poured down
his scorchiDg rays upon faint and weary man,
has retired behind the western hills, and soft,
white clouds are floating DER sky of Sc
renest blue, and nesting down upon yon
mountains brow, like weary dove upon her
nest the woods seemed robed in a deeper
gree n, and yon stream murmurs more joy
ously on its way, while the twlttering swal-
low sportively dips her wing in its laughing
wave; the light-winged zephyrs have come
forth to coquett among the silvery leaves, and
fan, like an angel spirit, the brow Of the
weary invalid. Der everything there rests
holy serenity, and all nature seems inviting
the Christian and the poet to come forth and
banquet mid her unrivalled beauties. while
she whispers to them blest thoughts of heav-
en-.
Thoughts Of heaven they come when low,
The summer evening breeze doth family blow;
They come where man doth not inrudc,
In the untracked forests solitude;
In the Stiffness of the grey rocks height,
Where the lonely eagle takes his flight;
In the healthy glen ! by tine dark, clear lake,
When the fair sails from her silent brake;
Where nature reigns in her deepest rest,
Pure thoughts Of heaven come uncxpressed."
o Nature thou art onchantingly, thou
art sublmely beautiful! and with my soul
stirred to its remotest depths with wild, deep,
inexpressible ecstasy, gaze upon the trans
cendant beauties l love thee as only ma
lures child can love-love thee with an al
lection too deep, too strong, too pure for ut
terance Far down within the hidden re-
cesses of the heart, is an unsealed tount of
thought which beats in unison with thee, a
fount, from which comes yelling up deep,
unutterable yearnings for the purely beautl-
full and good; and in which, fingers spirit
which reads upon thy every feature an un-
written poem, and loves thee as the manics-
tation of heavenly Fathers goodness, as
the emblem Of brighter world; spirit
which sees in the pure white clouds, an angel
wing; in the silvery stream river OF lite,
pure as crystal in the pellucld lake fount
of love; in the waving woods redoleut with
the wild flowers perfume, an elysiau bower !;
in the azure sky, so sereuely, so beuignly
beautiful, the approving smile Of God; and
hears IN the zephyrs sigh, the rivers MUIR
muir. and in the mystic voices that float upon
the midnight air, the stray notes of some an
gel-harp.
Dark, indeed, must be the shadow which
rests down upon the soul of him who can
look forth upon nature, SO sublimely beautiful.
and question the existence OF an all-wise and
adorable Creator. Divinity seems stamped
upon her every feature. The lowliest flower
that blooms by the wayside, the smallest rill
that ripples down the hillside, or winds, un.
observed, through the vale; the meanest
shrub that supplicatiDgly lifts its arms tc
heaven; the most insignigcant insect that
floats in the air, as well as the more magnlfi
cent and sublime manifestations of nature
have language which speaks to the soul o.
man, telling him of an all-wise, omuipresen1
God; and of an unseen world, spirit home
"where the faded flower shall freshen,
Fresheu never more to ade
Where the shaded sky shall brighten
Brighten more to shade
Where the sun-baze scorches;
Where the star-beams never chill;
Where no tempest strs the echoes
OF the wood or wave, or HILL
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