Meigs County telegraph. [volume] (Pomeroy [Ohio]) 1848-1859, 1858-07-20
For the Mcgs County Telegraph.
He has Made Everything BeaUti-
IlRl aAa Hkis IiIne.
ny AMANDA N. GAREK.

Alas how true, He has made the deli
cate flower to grow by the way-side, to
cheer the lonely traveller OH his Journey,
to awaken in the child's mind the beauties
| Of nature it plucks the flower, and thinks,
oh how beautiful, but soon to whittier
and die, and loose it's sweet perfume OF the
balmy air. There is beauty in the spark
ling stream, as it winds its course around
the brow of Tho hill, as if in search of
some resting place, where it might be free
from Its neyer5censing toll. There is beau-
| " il: the low winds--ii the gentle rust
ling Of the leaves, in the voice of nature,
as it echoes back from the mountain side,
where it pours forth its voice in one Ze
Deum of praise. What terrific grandeur
what splendor i'll the storm, when the
thunder burst, and seems to shake the very
hills, and rend the rocks asunder. What
terrific spendor IN the gathering light
nings as they break. There is something
beautiful II, the vivid flash, the black heavy
clouds, tinged with ETHEREAL blue, and the
loud peal of thunder, that seems to make
the very earth quake beneath its mighty
voice. There is beauty in the forest, when
the leaves are unfolding. or the delicate
bud bursting forth from its cuticle, or the
zephyr winds playing 10 and ho through
the leaves, and that stately florct, that
throws back its petals, and leaves the
tender stamen and pistil exposed to the
storm, and the burning rays Of the sun.
There is beauty in the clouds where they
hang in rich, white edged masses, here
and there over its surface; they seem AZ if
immovable, but presently the wind rises
and watts them tar away. There is beauty
in moonlight, and the light of twinkling
sister stars, that float high in heaven
The moonbeams as they play through the
leaves shed a gentle light on all around,
as if to lull the tender iloret to sweet
repose, and the little drops of dew to re-
fresh it in the morning. What is more
beautiful than the gentle foret folded in
dreams, and found in heavenly slumber,
close by some freely hill, or murmuring
brook, famed by the zephyr wind, and the
little bird lowering over it, singing is
merry song as if to awaken it out of sweet
sleep, and to renew its former beauty
Nature is all beauty in the spring she
comes in her robe of green, she visits the
halls of pleasure, she rambles through
vale and grove, and treads the lonely path
but finds no beauty to excel hers. Go
and examine her rocks-you will find her
there; go into the deep recesses OF the
woods among the trees and shrubbery,
where the bird is singing his song, and
skipping from bough to bough. The messy
turf upon which the weary traveller sits
him down to rest, and the valley too,
where the sparkling stream dashes over
the moss covered rocks, where the clouds
seem to hang molionless over it, where the
tall fir, and pine, and stately oak, seem to
darken and make everything look gloomy
and dismal, where the sun scarce gets to
shine, or the full bright moon shed their
mirrored beauty, but the song of the mur-
muring winds can be heard, the beauties |
of Nature can be seen there! Behold all |
these beauties! Well may we eXclaim: dc
has made everything beautiful in his time.
CHESTER, Ohio.