The Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, Ohio) 1853-1861, 1857-01-22

There is a vlgilant eye that never closes,
Whose searching glance doth scan creation through
busy hand there Is, that ncer reposes.
And hath. for ay perpetual work TO do:
The Grand Artiicer of the vast creation,
Who gives, to Nature, laws, and regulation
There is that p1s, and shall foreper BE-
Yet may not be defined a thing or being;
Yet fancy's clear creative eye may sec
Slowly approaching, aud yet swiftly fleeing;
Its rcyplumed pnions, on, necessarily Tapping,
Still on, and on, with never sign Of stopping.
And drawing all things in Its onward train
OF whatsoever material, shape, or shading;
Resistance to its influence il in vain,
And strength doth wane and beauty Ia ever fading;
And great or small, or humble, or sublime,
Yields to the silent rayages of TINE,
That vlgant eye, what earthly scene II vieweth,
See'eth Il shifting, varying fading, aeetng:
That busy hand, whatever the deed It doeth,
Strayeth not Times advancing or retreatuigi
So the old greylng keeps necessarily spelling
The works OF nature, or OF mans constant toiling.
or late travelled to distant land
My native land, where my young life was nourished
Mem'ry had pictured there, each scene so grand,
Fields flowers and people, STILL in fancy, nourshed,
As had left them;-but alas, the change!
Old Time had waved his wand aud all was strange!
The surface of the ground remained the same;
One street the samc-ay two were not much altered;
But forty years should mitigate the blame,
IL recollection, III some cases, faltered,
looked Tor former friends, In their old places;
But oh! how few; the old, familiar faces
Those few were kind, indeed, exceeding kind,
Generous and true assidious and clever,
None could be more congenial to my mind;
God bless their bodies, and their souls forever
Ana IL on earth no more we chance to meet,
Grant u.s. in heaven a union more complete.
Old Sankanesuk still retaines its bed;
But the old mill-pond hath been long wthdrawn;
The wild'graSs grows luxuriant in its stead.
Where oft with school.natcs, in the years long gone
On Saturdays, p ". I've ished, delighted,
Boated and bathcd and sometimes got benighted.
The church. whirh st Ill is standing whete it stood,
Has been repaired and painted, well know;
And all-in.a. appears about good,
As 1t was wont to, forty years ago.
The graveyard, now, looks small, choked with long
grass:
NJ ancc stOrs sleep thcrc--but let that pass,
1t is s1crcd spo;-I viewed 1t wc;--
Saw many q cherished name, on uptured stones -
Recalled their owners,--then returned to dwell
Briefly in thought mid eptaphs and bones
Few realize how great the change appears
To one who has been absent forty years.
Az, more than forty years have sped their flight,
While in " lie wide West" i've be, n sojourning;
Nor saw the land where first viewed the light,
By cares aul business hindered from returning:
Ent mastering ALL nj last, with stern endearOr
came, and found thee beautiful ever.
Thy fields sweet Pittstovn, groves and quiet nooks
Seemed no less charming than in days Of yore:
Hills, daes, and fountains woods and balbng brooks
And birds, and flowers were lovely as before,
In my HES carly morn: OH may their power
Delight mankind, till times remotcst hour!