Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1857-08-08

ion Of the beautiful in Nature, to recognize the
band of Him whose spirit shines through oil his
works, and to impress some lesson of truth upon
my heart.
Taking the flower from my hand, he inhaled its
balmy breath, and while gazing upon its penciled
loneliness, in serious tones he read to mo its silent
but impressive lesson of passing away"-a lesson
traced by tho finger of decay upon the brightest
and best of our race. "This fair but fragile flower,
said he, " is an emblem of childhood and youth
In the morning Of life we come forth as flower,
but the grass witheretb, the flower fadeth and the
beauty thereof perisheth oven so childhood ana
youth pass away. This flower, so fair so beautiful,
is destined to live but q few H%eeting hours. The
sun will drink the dew from its chalice and scorch
its delicate petals, and it will wither and die, and its
beauty gladden. your sight no more, but in place
thereof a shrivelled u~nsightly spot Of decay will
remain. So the glory of youth soon passes away
its hopes wither, and its beauty is gone.
But when this fragile flower is passed away, the
seed, the germ of future existence romans, and j
buried in the earth will spring up to gladden. an
other summer with its beauty. So when childhood
and youth'are gone and our ~deeting life is over,th
the soul, which like the life giving seed is now in
visible, shall spring into new life and beauty be
yond the grave. Learn then the lesson of this
aeeting transitory flower. Life is short and soon
passes away; but death puts no period to our exist
ence, only changes the scene of action and ushers
us into a higher and holier life. You are now in
the morning of life, and may see long years, but
perhaps, like this flower you will soon wither.-
Improve the present, you have no promise OF the
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that morning was firmly impressed upon my mem
DRY. Long years have passed with their joys and
sorrowg, and they seem like days when | review
them l have seen many cherished hopes decay
and tho bright winged phantoms 1 have pursued
have eluded my grasp like the tabled bird of East
ern story joys which l have toiled to win, have
turned to ashes on my lips yet still the voice al
lures me on, and may that sweet songstress Ct thu
heart, fold her pure wings in Heaven at last wher'
the beautiful bloom forever in immortal vigor.
never look atthat deep eyed flower, the morn
ing glory, without thinking of the solemn lessor
it teaches. l have seen the household blossoms, o
that family wither and decay in the budding
beauty of infancy, seen the maiden pass silently
from that social circle, with the pale wreath around
her white brow, and return no more then ere the
footsteps of Spring had decked her grave, aDother
was opened beside ii, and another loved one from
that home, with the seal of early manhood stamp
ed upon his brow was buried from the sight OF
weeping friends. and have thought that our human
blossoms were but feeting morning glories-frail
as they are lovely. l have laid the brightest bud
of my own hearts affection in the grave. in all its
~infantile loneliness and have felt that "passing
away" is written OF all below.
"Friends, friendsi-oh shall we meet
In q land of purer day,
Where lovely things and sweet
Pass not away.
Oh! If this may be so,
speep, speed thou closing day
How blessed from earths vain show
To pass away"
CHERRY VALLEY, Ashtabula Co., o., July "a.