Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1857-12-05
The web of Life.

The web of Life.
Morning has just lifted he dark veil OF
night, and the pale, rosy hues OF early
dawn mingled w4th the golden beams OF
lhe rising sun, balhed in rlch tInls the
hills and Wales. The clear dew drops,
sparkling like diamonds in the morning
beams, suill clustered on every leaf and
bloss ON, and the whole air was perfumed
with the delicate fragrance OF sweet flow
ers; bright birds OF gIItlerng plumage car
rolled their morning hymns in notes OF
sweetest cadence, until The wild air was
vocal witt melody.
In low cottage home, on that bright
morning, fair, young infant had been
Graded; and, bending oer 1t, stood two
angel watchers laIrer than aught we
dream Of. They seemed clad in robes of
snowy whiteness, and each one wore the
light Of holy purity; they touched harp,
and a low, soft melody was borne on the
breath Of summer, while they bore, for
the w-born babe. "lhe web Of life.
Time treads slowly and wears are gone.
Childhood has placed lis glad seal on that
infants brow, and years past in haPPI-
ness; bright skies hang Ger her pathway;
The web of life is woven on golden threads !;
The guardian angels hover near her, and
she treadS the earth with gulleIess heart.
Again years have passed away; IN that
cottage home, one summer eve, she stood
with the chosen partner Of her life, enter
ing into those holy vows which bind two
kindred hearts together; angels were al
The bridal, he same that bent DER the
cradle OF the infant; soily they whispered
blessings in her ears, then spread their
pmionS over her, on The morrow The btlde
lief! her childoDd home these were silver
threads in 1.-The Web Of Life"
Time still sped OH a dark mantle COW
cred the earth, and nought was to be heard
save the murmerIng Of the nIghl-wInd, as
II swept through the trees. But Jesus
deckcd he blue expanse above, and the
glorious moon rode lightly in the starry
heavens, bathing nature iH lis slvery light.
Within the room of lofty dwelling sat
she who was last the happy bride; but a
cloud was Ger her brow, for the thread
of sorrow was woven in "The Web Of
Life The angel Of death has crossed
her threshold, and he, whom she fondly
loved, is smillen and laid low. o, how
feaTfulIy she struggles through that long
and weary night, 10 ward of the fell de-
slroyer's blow. but when the morning
again dawned, the beams of The rising sun
glowed upon IIGeless form, and she was
alone on earih-yet not alone; the guar
dian angels sill hovered near her, aud
whispered sweet words of comfort 10 her
aching heart, in her sore hour Of trials.
Years again have passed away, even
ing was drawing 10 a close, and her first
star was glimmering in the sky. On d
low couch. in a chamber OF that cottage
home, reclIned dying woman; the silver
ed locks Of lhree-score years fell over her
wrinkled brow. and lhe form that was
onee of so graceful symmetry and beauty.
was bowed down beneath The burden of
years, but the same light Of holy purity
that danced in The cherub infants face
now beamed with a serene ray on that OF
The happy wsnCerer, who had come to
die. The guardian angels still hovefed
DER her lowIy couch, with their wing
spread, waiting for the spirits fight
The Web e lie" was fuished-the
last thread was severed, and tram of
triumphant music rang out from the string
of ten thousand harps.