Kenosha tribune & telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1856-1859, 1857-06-04

"Ttere are moments think when the spirit receives
Whole columns of thought its unwritten leaves;
When the folds Of the heart in a unclose,
Like the nneruost leaves frc1 the heart rose"
Hast never known this? Hast never felt some
never-known-before and precious truth, winding
its way into your heart, unclosing leaf by leaf,
until it rests in its innermost fold! Hast never
felt each fold of your heart rising at the breath
of some long wished for, but never before OBJ
tanned treasures;or drawn closer, almost to burst
ing, as some sudden sorrow came? some sorrow
that cleavcd it from some cherished object, some
sunny memories, some little world of light and
hope, or some fireside affections? Then mays
thou, as long rs thy heart throbs, never, never,
give all your thoughts 10 another, all your heart
gifts to an earthly one, never pay thy only tri
butte of affection to a friend, or give to one all
your alteration and praise, for as suely as you
do your heavenly Father will raise some barrier,
that shall separate your lives. affections, and in
terests.
Not many weeks ago I stood with many 9th
ers around the strangers dead. The dew of
pity stood in many an eye, as the strong man
trembed and sobbed when he looked down into
the pale sweet face, of her he had chosen as his
life companion. But now he must journey
adown life's tide, uncheered by her quiet smile,
and love breathed words of affection, and unblest
by her dear presence. Her that he called by the
sacred name OF rife, had gone from a strange
land to the spirit world. Think you not he felt
his heart folds tightening, ard almost bursting.
But soon the man OF God was heard saying;
"She is not dead but hveth and awaiteth thee
where there is no sorrow" Calmly the mourn
ner turned away. His hearts chords were loos-
ed by happy thoughts of reunion, and the bright
bow of hope and promise will cast many chcery
glance, around his untried future.
Ida, il some angel guest would come 70 me now
and whisper, "Sheis not false but true, and a.
waits thy coming''-but It's too great a joy even
to think it thus; and taking your sweet counsel
III make not her name public by word
Why did she deny me proofs Of her reettude, i da,
when not many days pas. opened the way for
horso to do7 Then the uugUarded momsnt,
wherein raised the vail from my secret thoughts
that others might read, would never have come
as now.
But silence has chained Us both since then,
and who shall now sever its unbroben links
Lotte It's for you to say; for ana silent now
If the past contains no tie yet unbroken for us,
if we may not gather friendships broken links.
and make them firm and true. If we may not
bring to life again flowers that have withered in
the past, if we may not cause to bloom buds that
started in the long ago, then III sweep from
Efe's page all 1 ever knew of thee, and never
turn me back to look upon the blank and scrolled
page where on was written-thy name-love-
friendship.
To day as l sit in my little room apart, secu-
ded from all the world, reviewing the past
find some thing there, it seem must not, cannot
be- To make hearts light, smiles brights, TO
train round about the path Of life iowerets fair,
and affections warmer joys, to find away, away
down in the depths of our hearts, secret thought
for others veal and woe, are pleasures that throw
many mellow tinted light Ger life.
Yet more than this We al yeagn for. We
would not only think Of others, but we would
have them present We would gather together
all we had ever held dear, and in such compan-
ionship, pass through LIES sunshine and sha
away down through the vale TO the gates Of
1tSIht!, anu passing 14-touSh WIN 1"heV oAiSs
jcin those that are now there. Dc the spirits of
ihose thetwe Lave known come back from the
Land Of light, and eternal joy, to guard the way
worn wanderers here} Do angels attend us
ever, fan each sorrow from our b rows 'Twere
sweet to think at eventide that ir Vulnerable but
unseen spirit-forms are cluster ing round US.
That we are never alonei and TO fancy We hear
the tones that have passed away from earth, in