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


In one of those lovelest spots with which ma
ture has gifted orr noble Hudson we claimed to
find Dasymid the autumn leaves. Twas the fair
est of its kind, and its tiny petals were opening
among those genial influences which the hand of
love can alone throw around the object of its care.
1t was alone no other so timid and lair as ITSELF
there to share its solitude-'twas there in its
opening beauty ell alone Yet it faded not, nor
fell upon its soft lip the keen chill of rough au-
tumns breath which had bightcd the tender bios
SONS of all other daisies, save this They had all
goue Had perlUned the sweet balmy air of sum-
ner with their fragrance delighted the eye Of the
narreoving passorby for their brief span of life,
and thea on the kindly bosom that had nourished
tneln laid their unguthered lovelinoss to sleep.
Yet this would never mingle with inaimate NO.
ture, and inert particle of matter only as the 9TH
els had done. 1t might, alas it would fade and
| droop but twill revive again, and mid gardens
! filed with those as rare as it, bloom in renewed
strength, and never lose its beauty more. For this
Daisy was q Poets child a beauteOus child, so
pure aud free from guile, given to shed ray OF
holy light upon the poets heart and guide him to
the heavenly land
! Twas beautiful little one, with speaking eyes
and golden hair that clustered round her sunny
brow in long, wayy cnrls, and nestled lovingly on
two ivory shoulders which sculptor would have
loved to copy and her step was light and fairy
like as the touch of her dmpled hand pressing the
| GROUND EtItly Us u SuON-Hdhc. lNuS plCuoolb "
Tutch her buoyant motions as she fitted like
humming-bird about
i Now, she was threading the steep uneven hill
side, picking her way dantiy along, over grey old
rocks aad broad leaves that hardly felt the impress
oil er little feet gathering the velvet moss or pick
| ing from the opened burr the chestnut out OF its
downy bed. Then, with the poetic eye of child
n hood, gathering some deepdyed leafet of red or
yellow hue more beautiful to her admring eye
than painters art could make it, or shading her
angel beauty with its broad leaf, and laughing in
childish glee at the happy thought Anon, she
\ stands alone al a mountain gorge above signing
brook, than which is less idle in that wild re
eion spanned by single plank and hand rail-
l Tie waters that 20 rushing in such haste on its
j rock-ribbGd bed below, ere they mingle quietly
i Ggain with the Hud.On, but moment ago were
gliding peacefully along in the little brooklet that
niurmugs but few hundred yards above her head,
One false STEP one sensation Of dstrust and that
little form woul1 be in the Wild remorseless grasp
Of the torIelt below. 1t knows no difference be-
tween that sunny y-hearted chid-a fathers hope
and mothers joy-and the autumn leaf il bears
30 tightly upon its crested bosom. But she thinks
naugAt OF Canger loving trust fills her little soul
j. with confidence. The epashing of the torrent il
10 her Lut the shri chorus Of the wild birds song
t.-2t u tTilled a'om the spray-Sprukled twig, OF
ecnoea back in more piercing sounds from the rocky
I crags az oity-hlLtops from above
The geGs OF royal casket sparkle ct her ieet In
D the innumeablo dew drops thut blink 10 the sun
q shine. Music, Latures own sweet oIchestraswecps
over the iIOlian strings Of the young chllds soul,
D. and her llue eyes is fixed with the earnesness oi
d one smore elder Than Ler looks" indeed, upon the
J. !ue ether that hangs pendant on the opening be-
tween the tree TOYS, if she lancicd their sweete
sounds dropped from behind that heavenly cur
tain. no discord distur5s her joyous harmony
doubts and fears that come with latter years, ye
&c lodge IA her childish heart Oh what is thy fu
ture. sweet pelted child? Oh, may it be earnest
end truthful, and kind. The angels are watching
: thee tcnderly now ca may we not 6eliev'
y they welcome that mothers prayer for her darling
with apeculiar joy
,d AL that is purest and hottest IN mans slniu
nature is touched by the artess simplicity OF eall,
u childhood The soul gushes out yearningy aite
its light-hearted ioyodsness. lit not beautiful Z
al see the whtehailel old man, as in imitation of hi
Divine Master, be takes the little children in hi,
il arms to bless This little spirit is strong gold
en- link in the chain Of love, that may yet draw tn
wandeler to its home with the loved and lost Q
ut earlier and better years The holy heaven-dTee'
ng influence Of early childhood, untainted by cor
No tact with the selfish world, spending ITS morl
~ ing life with nature aad with God, II
power(ul-stronCer than the labored plea thG
he wisdom urges, or the eloquenceOf unmatched on
res tory. Oh! "in those bright fields OF the bette
Ir land" many bright, beautiful DAISY Will Dlooi
in ladeless glory Shall the earthly love that ht
watched with anxious soliciude each new fond pc
IL al of character as it opened on earth' ne uehie
he his guardianship in the better land
Is it strange that, as the rough influences oil Il
world sweep over and chill our soul, we should tn
NV our heart backward to that Idle Whd anu l's "
D" budding treasure