The Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, Ohio) 1853-1861, 1856-09-11
Prom the waverley Magazine.
THE SPIRITS BIRTH.

II was calm, still Sabbath eve;
The balmy winds slept in their soft aerial
touches, and the breast of Nature lay so
Sril and puseless that the slumbering
Flowers moved not from the embrace Of their
fright foliage. Nights mists were gathering
linund the mountains brow and darkness slept in
tlmirt on the lakes smooth bosom.
Ifrat waves Of purple clouds, fringed with the
t"den beams from Heavens vast nminary,
Ead folded II p as but one Hand coald fold,
Then foa'ed between the gazing eye and the
Blue sea of sky which hid from mortal view
The throne OF God.
One by one the stars came out, and with their
Angel eyes look ed on the slumbering world
1t seemed with pitying gaze, and the warm dews,
From the pure azure, wept DER the erring
Souls Of frail immortal men.
Within n bower eushadowed by the dropping
Plumes Of the green signing tlm and sheltered
by the myrles clinging tendrils knelt
Maiden. She was young. In the first blush Of
Girlhood, and beautiful, almost too fair
For earth to look upon.
Her golden hair fell in bright clouds of
Radiance round her face on which distress
Had set HIS ashen seal with hcaviness
But yesterday she was the gayest, widest,
Lovliest belle in her fair city but
Now her flesh of joy had filed her cheeks were
White and cold. Her ghastly eyes were fixed with
Intense interests on the book Of God
Which lay with nprn page before her. Her
Little hands were cla-ped il in prayer, but
Words Tell not from her pale. quivering lips.
No tears were in her eyes Of " heavens own blue"
Her fearful agony could not flow forth
In tearsl
The morn Of her fair eve was to have seen
Her welded to the chosen of her
Young heart. but death arose from his pale
Shadowy couch and bore the tender lover
TO the silent halls where sleep The fair and
Young, with tho.e who peacefully went down the
&" Vale Of years" and laid thsm in the grave to
Rest from labors here
it'll force as when the tornado uproots
The forest oak and ends the stately pine
Like o,ier wood before It's blast this blow,
So dreadful, crushed the buoyaut spirit of
The maiden to the dust With weak and
Tottering steps she sought the trysting bower
10 do what she had never done since
Bri ght, smiling infant on her tngel mothers
Kure-uplift her heart and voice in prayer
To God Humbly and feebly she unclosed
The flood gates of her soul To him her long
Neglected merciful Crcatorl
Hours sped on. The silver moon qucnched her
Soft glory in the western wave, and the pale
Patient stars grew weary of their watchings
Aud hid themselves away in ther empryTean
Robes, and in the dim old forest family
lisped the feathered songsters morning hymns
OF praise.
As days red flush stole DER the cold grey sky,
She rose--her pure face calm. her sins for given
Twas morn in Heavenl Morn Of day which
Knows no weary night Around the KING stood
Angels crowned with crowns of burning light!
And in their hands were golden harps whose swc ret
Neodous tones enwrapped the listening soul
Deep and Thrilling melody arose on
The ambrosisl air Of heaven the
Song Of the angelic choir DER a new
Repentant souLl
Soon summons came to earth from Heaven!
The pale white angels bore the stricken flowe,
Beyond the shadows, into eternal lightl
CLARA AUGUSTA.