Fremont journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County [Ohio]) 1853-1866, 1857-10-23
GOING IN THE MORNING.

GOING IN THE MORNING.
BIT nrSJ. p.
The world has slipped its cable and is
adrift, and man, who used to be very much
like spider, has become altogether like
fy. He has ceased to spin the thread of
love, along which he lived, back to the green
leaf or the withered branch, he hallowed in
to Home, and floats here and there upon
the bosom of the air. His heart dwells in
tents like the Arabs, and his memory goes
n gipsying into all tho past. With timid
wild flowers to-day, tho herald behind him
tomorrow, and the sun "blazing the way"
before, he carries his affections in KNAPP
sack, and his sentiment, like his sighs, goes
down with his dinner.
Once people dvclt beneath great trees
their fathers had planted, and the roofs that
sheltered them were mossy and old. Once
they could say:-"Over this threshold !
crept in infancy, and on that gate l swung
away the holiday. In this room / was born,
and in that brother grew weary and slept.
1t was through this window, with its little
green panes, the morning used to gladden.
my eyes, and there lay the shadow at noon.
The place under the stairs full of shad-
owy shapes, and the old fashioned fire, that
set sweet summer in the heart of Decem-
Der; and the paths grown no wider than
then; here they 90 by the brook; here me-
ander to school; there diverge to the nest in
the reeds, but forever returning wherever
begun-the hearth and the threshold of
home,
And in that possession of common
past, there is memory we share with the
loved partnership of heart that is ncve
SILENT and never dissolved; sentiment tha
gives 10 "we" and "ours" bright anc
warm significance; bright, warm, and wei
come, even as the sun Of sweet morning
in May.
And he who thus sits in the chair ;
mother has made sacred, or a father, reyer
ed; who hears tho shrill bell of the old
fashioned clock, that struck one, and clea
starry morning for him, is invested with 8
dignity that pertains not to the Nomadi
dwellers in mansions OF marble. The SAM
stars shine over his head, "the star in th'
: East" that "stood over the cradle;" the As
tronomy of Childhood is not dimmed, no
the blue tent folded forever from sight.
Tho Dipper, set with the undimmed jew
elry Of Heaven, pours on the dews unchar
} ged over the pasture; the summers sun ri
scs hard by the maple, and kindles the Elr
when il sets; we look for the moon at til
: full just where we did then-for the orchar
h is pillows of silver; the evening star ancho
c close over the woods of the great "neutr'
ground"-'twixt Heaven and Earth; an
e the star that shone down in the spring
J. shining there still. We can conceive wit
n what painful throb of heart, tho wandere
:. as the prov parts strange seas, looks u
/ from the rocking deck upon an unknow
). sky; when the dear old "heavens arc role
l together as n SCROLL" and above him Il
l. "Southern Cross" is lifted in holy sign, by
n hand he cannot see.
10 What to him are the rich diamonds
Of God, flashing in cloudless radiance down Il
10 tropic night, when he thinks of the hon
]. stars glimmering among the clouds that Gu
h tanned his infancyl What to him are Il
It unfolded banners of the line, when he r
!! members the Moon that ripcned bis father
C corn. or blcached tho linen from his mot
d cr's little whecl-whose droning mus
n chording with the hum of summer bee
falls upon his ear, through the wash
g waves and the accents of the trumpet fro
20 the deck?
IN This living back along tho line of yea
n to an unchanged home, is to keep ono
Of self an integcr; to be sure Of our idcntit
to find the fountain Of immortal youth
ID Ah that dragging of anchors in this rou.
ot world; that drifting away from the old h'
4. izon that was grooved into tho bendi
S, heaven, is as melancholy as dying.
Now, brothers are born abroad, by Il
v way-sidc, on tho train, in town and countr
c. everywhere but in the old homestead; t
rs old red cradle, that aforetimc rocked t
" first borr, and the Ruth and the child
&c. their old age, lies high and dry in the g
g, ret like boat upon the beach; if indie
&c there be garret with roof to it, a
:" there were not a baking some day, and
rs fuel, but the cradle.
le There is even a closer bond than of
Q. common pulse; the bond woven of iden
t. cal associations. The same trees to drea
IN under, the same hearth 10 creep to; /
ly same wood to be sprinkled with rainbow
at the same meadows for the berries ri
le the birds, and the same brook for the ar
k, ling; the Same burial for the dead; the Ii
10 sweet faith for the living-Mese are t
things that make that saying true, 'bott
Is is friend that is near, than brother al
70 off" Not born along the trail or the "
d path, but in the place hallowed by Ii
love, whose embrace warmed us into III
: and those dyings that allay us to tho dw'
S, lers in the bright homesead of Heaven, al
E. make us "poor relations" of the people
o Paradise.
To be born at the neighbor's; to sit
!" the twilight of an alien; to love the vii
Z, that stranger hands have trained, is the !
of more than half the world. Happy is
4 who can trace the far apart threads of liv