Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1858-06-10
Wen all Meet Again in the Morning.

Such was the exclamation of dying child
as the red rays Of the sunset streamed on
him through the easement" Goodbye, pa
pa, goodbye! Mamma has come for me to-
night-don't papa! veU meet again an the
morningp 1t was as if an angel had spoken
to that father, and his heart grew lighter I'M
der its burden, for something assured him
that his little one had gone to the bosom OF
Him who said, Suffer little children to come
unto me, for such is the kingdom of heaven"
There is something cheering and inspiring
to all who are in trouble, in this" Well
meet again in the morning. 1t rouses up
the fainting soul like trumpet blast, and
frightens away forever the dark shapes throng
ing the avenues of the outer life. Clouds
may gather upon our paths-cares press their
venomed lips against our cheeks-disappoint-
ments gather around us like an array of ban
ners, but cannot destroy the hope' within us,
if we have this motto on our lips: " All will
be bright in the morning"
Here is one who is doomed to roam awhile
in foreign land, far from the scenes and
friendships of his earlier years. Day by
day, as he trudgcs on his weary pilgrimage,
meeting only the cold smile of the stranger.
his heart yearns for the communion of the
loved ones at home, and silent prayers steal
from his lips that the good God will watch
over and protect them from every peril. Tc
such an one how previously dear is the thought
that, though the darkness may now shadow
his path and distance lie like Dead Sea be.
tween him and his friends, he shall yet "meet
them all in the morning"
Yonder is one who sits over desolate
hearthstone. The wife of his love-she
whose voice has cheered him on to great anc
noble deeds-whose sympathies have been ar
Kgis protecting him from every storm O
Fate-wh9se prayers brought down balm
from Heaven for his every sorrow-this one
has broken away from the home-shrine and
wandered out of the shadowy realm whence
none can ever return. Day by day, hour by
hour he has watched the shadows creeping to-
ward her-the sunshine fading from her life
and now, as her coffin lies before him i
seems as if there was not one bright hope
left him for the morrow. But the spiri
OF the departed one, lowering around him
whispers moment in his ear, and he rouse
up from the lethargy of grief, strong srill il
the hope that he shall meet the loved ont
"again in the morning"
A pilgrim is wandering over LIES dreary
waste, hopeless and chcerless. To him, earth
choicest fruits have been as the poison of asp
and its greatest conquests but gilded mocker
les, whitening as flowers do within his grasp
And now, see age scatters its dead blossoms
in his way; he is growing foot-sore and wea
ry, and he longs to sit down and enjoy thu
calm of Death. But even as he sinks faint
ing at the road side there is rustic of wing
around him, whispering of sweet words, anc
with the strength of q giant he leaps again
on his way, singing the song of thanksgiving
and deliverance. Hope is risen from thu
dead, he feels that call will be bright in tn
morning"
So it is ever. Trouble may come upon u
and for awhile obscure the brightness of GU
lives. But it will not last forever TIL
cross we bear upon our shoulders may b
heavy--our faith in Heaven may have gon
down in doubt and darkness, but all is not We
lost-some one star still wrinkles in the hea
ven above us. Therefore, oh, brother! de
spond not wholly-look not always back
There is a rest in store; the day break vii
soon dawn in golden iulness upon the dark
ness. Be patient, cheerlul-bear your trial
as the olden martyrs did, and you shall ye
find that all will be made right in I" til
morning"
Oh, wild is the tempest and dark is the night,
But soon Will the daybreak be dawning;
Then the friendships of yore
shall blossom once more,
And ,ceU all meet again in the morning!"