Columbia Democrat and Bloomsburg general advertiser. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1850-1866, 1857-08-29
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BY PETER II. FREEZE.

"Now cnme still evening on, and TwlEhl,gtuy
Had in her sober livery all things clad"
'Tis night. The sun has disappeared
behind the western hills, and darkness has
spread his mantle over the face Of nature.
N1ught is heard save the hum Of insects,
the chirp of the cricket, and perhaps the
hurried tread of the traveller, as be hastens
to his home.
The stars, one by one, deck the heaven,
and look like gems in the blue ether and
from the east, fair Cynthia, Goddess of
Night, sheds her pale beams over the earth.
How gladly are the shades of evening
hailed by the weary artisan and the sun
Drowned farmer, by the busy merchant and
the toll worn seamstress, who ekes out, by
her needle, a scanty pittance. These seek
their pillows, and rest from their labor.
"Natnres sweet resiorer. balmy sleep"
sleeps their senses in utter forgetfulness,
and prepares them for the toll that awaits
them with the rising sun. To the contem.
plative mind, night is the time for rehec-
ton. In the stiffness of darkness, the
thoughts, freed from the distracting cares
of the day, wander through the immensity
of space, and at last fix themselves upon
the Author of all things. In imagination
We are carried back to the scenes of child
hood. We remember the gentle teachings
of loved mother and the chidings of q
revered father. The companions of our
youth and the friends of ripper years. We
remember the joys and sorrows; the hopes
and fears which assaled US in our struggle
for scholastic honors. How wildly are past
events brou, hit to mind. They are engraven
upon the heart never to to forgotten. May
we hope that each new trial may find US
stronger than the last, that every disap,
pointneut will be an incentive to nobler
exertons and higher aims. May we CLEAN
knowledge for the future from our past
experience. But during our reverics the
hours have fitted past, and the noon of
night is upon us. Let US, before we seek
repose and wander in the land of dreams,
consider for few brief moments, the long
dark night of The grave. Mans life is but
q day. In infancy, he resembles the mild
beams of the early dawn. In manhood,
his genius flashes. with the vigor of the
monday sun. For few years, he exults
in the pride of his strength. But as the
sun dcscends the western sky, SO man sinks
to his grave. No longer does the rose
bloom upon his check, nor he fire of youth
flash from his eye, his limbs have lost.their
elasticity, his voice, its music, and as the
last lingering rays of the sun are shed over
the earth, and the shades of night deepen,
man is hid from our view heath the cold
clods of the valley.
$50 live that, when thy summons comes to join
The innumerlbe caravan that moves
To the pale realms Of adC--
Thou go not ike the quarry slave =, night
sconrgod 10 his dungeon but, sustained and soothed
By an unaltGring trust, approach thy grave,
Like who wraps The dlapng of hrs couch
About him, and hes Gown to pleasant DREAMS"
But the grave is not mans resting place.
As the sun rises in the morning SO shall
man rise from his grave on that great day
of the coming Of Christ. A morn, surpass-
ing in splendor anything the mind can
imagine, will burst upon him, giving tokens
of a never ending day. The Son of God
shall iIlumc his sky, the brightness OF which
no cloud shall obscure, Night and death
shall find TO place in the new world. But
an eternity of bliss awaits all who welcome
the coming of the Glorious Morn of the
Resurrection.