The Trinity journal., 1856-11-22

/ A1oNE-Alouc Alone, Alone How
moumfully it sounds like u bleak wind at
midnight in place Of graves In the great
world how many move amid the throng.
whose hearts are murmuring ceaSelesSlv
Alone " Alas, It's not the crowd that
makes companionshps, and not the descr,
solitude
What pain and misery and long despair
This SENSE of loneliness this consciousness Of
living without hope or love or sympathy, be-
gets and has begoltcn, no subtle chronicler
Of woe can meier relate Ten fold moro
wrctchcd than his fellows deems he himself
who finds, in all his earthly walks, no breast
responsive to his own. His expectations
faint, ambition dies, aud each experience
stings anew his sad and swollen heart. The
graycmouId falls each hour upon his form,
and yet he knows no rest
lie sometimes dorcs to hope, to dream
bcholds, a moment beauty in his path, the
hue Of Heaven above his head but balcful
truth darts out, as lightning from u cloud,
and shycry the Utop,an world his little sun
has shown upon trcmor passes through
his frame his soul is stretched upon tho
rack he suffers as Promethcus did like
him his dream is over Bleeding and torn.
he looks mp from bis shattered universe and
finds himself again alone.
The sadcSt fate Of man is loneliness with
out the strength to be dwcllcr in and Of
himself But when he owns such strength,
he has become superior to his kind aud
Hkcn unto God. 1t is mans duty then to
seek and learn how he may live alone how
in the confines Of his own physical sphere, he
may tind mental food and spirit raiment
how he unto himself may be all things if
not in reality.
/ Hard, hard, pcrchancc, this learning is,
aud painful study requisite to make it good
But all is hard and painful Of accomplish
mcut, that can advantage mortalS or lessen
their capacities to suffer He who assumes
the Phllosophic earb, must be prepared to
drink the hcmlock- juCc, il circumstance de-
mand. The price of pleasure is the sense of
pain and knowledge Ives on its attendant
toll
TO live alone We must not think what rea-
sou does not prompt--we must not bound
along the plain Of early life aud only pause
to Gull the flowers and weave them into gar
lands for our brow since, though the
blooms may fill fair days with sweets, they
must soon fade and fall and there be mono
to gather like them
Let us walk sobclly and slowly on, and
strive to turn our feet from noXons marshes
and cnycuomed thorus. SO walking toward
the vale where tombs await Onr coming anx.
ou,y, III, true We ,hui not revel in the
scenes Of beauty spread before our eyes
have pleasant dream, while brooks are whis-
pcriug music TO the listening solitude nor
harken joyously to birds Of dulcet song but
then, when night and storm and winter
come we Shall not miss them-O, remem-
Der this,-and wocpand wall and sink defect.
cd down, because the bcQutcous scenes, the
brooks and birds are seen and heard no
more
Aud so We shall be lifted up to the philo.
sophie nights, to pinnaclcS on which the
eldest sogcS trod, and felt that wisdom which
came not to Earth We may not grow in
chccrluncss nor hopelesSness while learning
how to live alone but We shall more and
more clearly see how much of disappoint.
ment grief and torture we've escaped ~
turning sheptc Of true sympathy and love.
Dark and devious may be the way Of those
who have the will and pow,l TO live alone
but meath the plain, it may be sombre, robes
they wear, an armor is concealed that the
conspiring, treacherous world with all its
secret and malignant stabs can never pierce,
nor aim who wears such Nmor ever wound;
-CjaciAaah UoHar Times,
WE shcald be cautious how we !sdulge in
the feelings Of yrtuouS Indignation IL
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