Meigs County telegraph. [volume] (Pomeroy [Ohio]) 1848-1859, 1858-09-14
NIOrMiAaY Meditation.

1t is morning The sun shines glo-
riously over mountain, plain, and river
Nature calls me with many voices 10 wor-
ship in her Temple. The willing spirit
answers, and l go forth into the great Fame
that is consecrated by the Divine pres
ence. No sexton stands at the open
portals to point me to the lowest place 4;
and accordingly l will go up and stand on
the pinnacle. The chime of the waters.
as they gush from the sides of the hill, is
like the music Of silver bells, as from some
lofty spire the notes descend through the
still AR, to track the silent halls of sense.
1t is the Sabbath yet all Nature violates
the statute, and works without Interrupt
tion She is weaving virgin robes for the
renovated earth to wear. The village, re-
posing beneath at the foot Of the hill, looks
like silent worshiper up bended knee,
before the high altar whereon we will offer
the incense of our grateful joy.
Spring is here ! feel her balmy breath
on this brow, and her pulses in these
veins. Natures great heart beats under
my feet and over my head. Electric cur
rents run through every nerve of her
mighty frame, and every fiber moves
They play over the delicate pinions of the
swallow, and he cuts the air with arrow
like swiftness; they dance in the throat of
the robin and the blue-bird, and then
come to me in music on every breath of
the Morning. The currents of the all
pervading Life flow into every form of
the natural world, and therefore all forms
partake of the Divine energy. They ale
beautiful, because in and through them
we perceive the life and light of the Om
nipresent One. These green aisles, o,
Nature are hallowed by the footsteps of
noS, Id I'll tlNa tIly cO1rI
feels his presence in the midst of his Tenn
pie. The great dome is radiant with his
light, and these emerald halls were fash
ioned and garnished by his hand. He
touches the majestic mountains and they
are arrayed in soft robes of living beauty.
He smiles on the valleys, and they blossom
and offer grateful incense. Surrounded
by all this beauty and harmony look,
and listen, and am silent-speechless with
admiration, and with the fullness of Joy
that finds no earthly expression.
Let me muse awhile by this grove of
young pines. This is consecrated ground.
The forms of the departed repose beneath
these shades. Here and there, through
the evergreen boughs, the white stones are
visible-pale emblems by which affection
marks the places where its treasures lie
buried. All, how many have vague and
terrible apprehension that their trIeuds
thus sleep in the realms of dark forgetful-
ness, and how few realize that the departed,
even now, possess the boon of conscious
and happy existence These pines wave
with graceful and reverent emotion, as
the aerial currents from the adjacent
hills flow through the numberless branches
Natures airy halls are filled with weird
strains of sweet and solemn music. By
that white slab kneels pale mourner; with
her tears she moistens the grave of her
buried hopes, while her subdued moan
blends with the low cadence of the MUIR
muring woods. But my spirit rejoices
even here and now; for l know that all
that is vital in man still lives, and must
live forever. All life, as it is presented for
human contemplation, is the Divine pres
ence m ade visible in outward forms. The
great Spirit is the primal source of life
God is self-existent and eternal therefore,
all life is of necessity immortal. This
doctrine is taught here, above these graves
Every tree that spreads it's branches over
the earth every leaf that unfolds itsell
to the sunshine ; every flower that exhales
its perfume on the air, every spire of grass
that points toward the Heavens, is an elo
quent and instructive minister ordained o
God to preach the Resurrection and thu
Life