The Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, Ohio) 1853-1861, 1856-12-04

In actlon mute language, 'Tis gold would We'd"
Art thou beside tbyself Prudence McNab L
trust thy sorrows where the world may read p
Canst thou, who ne'er mid all thy pain has
asked the sympathy Of even kindred souls, con
verse thus freely with the tel-tale pen Gz
in thy mirror and behold the smiling mask tha
cunning wisdom bids thee weari dost thou per
ceive one line of sorrow there List to tn
voice; has it grown harsh and choked wit
grief, or softened and subdued by chastened woe
Ah, no! Thy face still beams with sunny smiles
thy laugh is blithe as childhood's joyous shouts
thy song as merry as the little birds chatte
even now beneath thy window.
They wait thy coming, Prudence; aye, the,
call thee with morning greeting. Scatter tht
crumbs that they learned TO look for, and thanl
God thou hast enough and yet to spare from of
thy table, for human brdlings, should the,
chance to call.
Aye, God careth for the, tired soul, and he
shall temper these adverse winds to thy eternal
profit. Come throw aside the dusky veil thai
shades thy inward mind, and look abroad upon
the grand autumnal picture. 1t is natures gala
day, she spreads feast Of welcome for mankind.
Walk forth into the fields and gather up the
golden fruit that fall in mimic showers from
overladen trees. Go farther still and let thy
footsteps press the rustling carpet spread about
the gorgeous woods. Observe the beauties of the
leathery songster's home gather the rainbow
tinted leaves and treasure them as fond memo
rails OF ihis morning walk. Pluck the wild
flowers that even yet, though wintry chills are
threatening have dared to rear their pretty heads
above the rustling leaves like perfumed valedic.
tory at the close of summers floral exhibition
Art thou not joyous there? Alas No. JOY
speaks not from thine eye, or beams in sunny
smiles from out that studied mask Nature has
thrown aside her robe Of smiling green, thou
sayeSt, and her last effort TO be gay awakes sad
thoughts within my secret bosom. Dost thou
think that nature makes an effort 10 be gay p
And If 50, is that effort successful one Then
learn OF nature and forget thy foolish grief in
efforts to be also gay and joys refined shall come
to meet thee, filling thy heart with pleasant
sunshine. Thou mayst never know again the
wiId' estatio pleasures of confding youth, for
thou hast served thy scholarship with dame e1.
perlcnce. and the rough lessons thou hast learn.
ed, the knotty problems solved, and mystic bios
SONS analyzed, have taught thee wary caution,
and oleanders seem 10 breathe their perfumed
hints at every step, aud say, Beware, be-
ware -
And m'yest thou beware. Life is too pre-
clous thus TO waste in useless tears and vaia re-
sre" Each moment wasted is golden grain
from Times uneven hourglsn scattered
SIumber n" more, nor fold thy bands in restless
activity. Up aud be doing ere the warm life.
blood thichens in thy azure veins, aud con.
science, wearied of thy long neglect of duty,
walls forth the requiem of thy long lost hours.
Alas, alas! is not thy conscience pleading,
even now, and. bidding thee to smother every
mlrror-like reflection thou art conjuring up p
At every step thou hast allowed that tantalizing
memory to rctrace some old time Joy, as here be-
meath this friendly elm.%e oft have sat and read
some favorite author and comparel each others
views, and yonder. where those stately oaks arr
Seen, we sought protection, when sudden
storm o'ertook us, and, where those naples
upon the ragged bark in early spring. and caught
the life drops as they gushed from out the jog
led wounds the cruel jack knife made
And now, ah me, wander here alone Each
rustling leanet seems 10 mock my grief, and
wind-hsrps breathe my secrets
forth.
All, foolish maid. whene'er thy feet may ros m
in quest of joy. they but bear thither the old
time burden that weighs upon me like pilgrims
load of sin when hastily he fled the city Of De-
struction. Thou art less wise than he, when
friends called back he took no heed, but placed
his fingers in his ears and run the faster So
should thou shut from thy listening heart these
old-time memories and hasten to forget them.
Say not, it is impossible; blot out the murder
Gus word, from thy vocabulary and strive to be
thyself again, How cnnst thou love when all
that once was lovely is departed? Wouldst
thou desire that friends long since departed be
exhumed-that thou mightst weep DER them at
leisure? The heart revolts at such thought
And is not the being whom thou art bemoaning
night aud day, equally dead to thee Is not d
some TO thee as the faded cosket that once con,
tanned heavenly jewel?
will not question more. These written leaf
let's are but probes to reach wounded heart p
Henceiorth my pen shall sing song of joy, ant
picture forth the brighter side of my existence
Even now the bare resolve has brought me Joy
and every letter which pen seems to smil
cheeringly and bid me keep this new born reso
luton. Time shall unfold the tale.
o, what foolish heart was mine, over on
dark cloud thus TO repine, forgetting in my grie
that purple clouds might have silver lining
Truly all was arranged for my best interes
while |, poor, erring soul, in my Shortsightedme:
s ave vent TO constant murmurings of regret, b.
because the dusky future hid the end fro
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