Sunbury American. [volume] (Sunbury, Pa.) 1848-1879, 1857-10-17
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THE BLUES.
M HANNAH +. GOULD.

| hene'er you feel an attack oil the Dlues,
Your troubles arc coming to pass
They'll put man out Of his head and hi
! shoes,
And set him on walkers Of glass
You're shrinking and quaking,
And feel yourself breaking.
With all you've on earth dropping through;
Your uifs's going crazy,
Your servants are lazy,
Your children, destruction to you
The market is passing, your ships on th'
deep,
The winds blowing each to the wrong way
Your grass is all up, but the mowers asleep
For you there'll be no making OF hay.
Your funds are fast sinking,
Your enviers winking,
Your debtor your presence eschews,
| Your friend answers curtly,
Your menial pertly,
And ingrates your kindness abuse.
Your wealth--though you've millions secure
as the poles,
Is melting and passing like dew;
Your storehouse is empty, your purse full o'
holes.
And soon to contain not sou!
Your SCENTS untrusty,
Your creditor crusty,
The lawyer'Il grow big on your loss;
All mon are deceiving,
Deep subtilities weaving,
To change your fine gold into dross
You're sick, no one cares for you, body or
soul
No eye your deep malady sees;
The doctor makes charges, bat cant make
you whole;
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YouIhesh-th though your weighing
Round misunderstanding,
Is dwindlng you down TO shade |
When dreamless you're sleeping,
There'll be no warm weeping
Where low your poor head must be laid.
The earth's hard and sterile, the skies DER it
frown,
And quonchcd is the spirit of joy;
The whole world is suddenly turned upside
down;
:. And all for your special annoy!
Some sly cacodemon
May show you the beam on
Which you may slip out Of the blues!
Then bid him behind you
And let him not find you
The ninny to swing in the nooso!
But turn now leaf; vanquish self on the
spot;
Your blessings sum up for day;
And learn, that what makes the dire crook in
your lot.
Is, vi>winy hye's end the ,crong uoy!
Go look at your neighbor,
Who lives by his labor,
That sweetens his rest and his boardl
He's CHEEKY and healthy.
His heart warm and wealthy
In gold that no Golfers can hoard.
Ills household are as happy as birds Of the
spring.
His soul has its treasure on high:
While peacefully trusting his maker and
King
To erant--to reclsim-to deny.
Would clouds pending DER him
Dark shades cast before him
Wild spectres infes,ing the way
glory transcending-
All natures lending
A lamp for him brighter than day.
o grid up your spirit, lifes end to fulh,
And lift your cold eye from the ciod
Ilenceforth let your troubles, your wishes,
your will
Be hushed on the footstool Of God.
Rpening is shining:
But what is it winning?
And, what are you seeking for more'
Each querulous murmur,
But shows one infrmer,
And leaves his state worse than before.
Look high to the hills, that your prize may
be won;
Your heart Of its wild disabuse;
Go bathe in the River OF Light from the sun
To bleach and be healed Of the blues
For fields fair and blooming,
Spring up from your glooming.
And clear the black Slough Of Despond.
Sour thoughts and suspicion
Mend no ones condition
For titne, or the shore that's beyond.
To glorfy God, was the purpose sublime,
For which--as a being august
lie sent you to work back your passage from
time,
His gem sparkling up through the dust.
And though you now grovel
In this cayey hovel,
| It's clefts breathe is whispers Of love;
Be hopeful and humsle,
! And when it must crunble,
! Your home ia n mansion aboyB