Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1858-10-16
EVERY DAY HEROES.

There are voices that are not heard forms that
are not seen noble deeds that are not written IN.
Oh earth. There are hearts whose every pulsation
is true to God and Nature there are struggles of
the soul, silent though they be, yet wilder, fercer
than human eyes ever looked upon there are glo.
rious victories won in that battle field where Right
and Wrong meet in deadly combat there are lau'
relied conquerors crowned with glad rejoicings by
His hand and we reck not of them.
We look away, far across the pleasant fields and
springing flowers, leap the boundaries of time and
space, bow at the shrine of storied greatness and
willingly give our hearts deepest earthly reverence,
as a sacrifice to lawless ambition and slavish enthu.
siasm. We close up the evergushing spring of
sympathy in the human heart, and bow in blind
idolatry and ignorant fanaticism to those whose
actions have beer the darkest curse to us. the most
fearful inheritance of woe and misery to them, in
that hour when the gorgeous tints of life deepen
and darken in the cold grey shadows of death.
In the heroes of the past We forget the present :.
in our homage to them we forget the noble hearts
that are throbbing now. the souls that are battling
fercely for mastery in the life struggle, and doing
SO great a work for God and Humanity. The com.
ct, cleaving its fiery way along the Heavens, the
volcano, upheaving its wealth of fame, the earth.
quake shocks breaking ~fcarfully upon the stillness
of nature, the thunderbolt booming along the sky
the tightening playing around the pole, strengthen
our faith in Him who formed the earth and the
sea-" while the prairie with wheat that makes no
noise. the forest studded with oaks that silently at.
tain perfection, the noiseless illustrations of dew.
the budding of the young leaves, the growing of
the grass, the sunshine dropping its gold through
the summer trees, the unfolding of the fowerv ne.
tails. and all the thousand beauties which attain
perfection beneath the eye of nature, are forgotten
with the roses Of yesterday. And so in the human
realm OF nature, those who boldly front danger
dare everything. and accomplish much, who raise
up empires, subjugate monarchies, wave the ban.
ner of victory over soil bought with the blood of
human hearts, widows tears, and childhood's crv
of desolation, those who sacrifice the hearts true
peace at the altar of ambition, and make their lives
one wild tempest, struggle that they may write
their name on Fame's banner. triumphantly receive
the homage our hearts offer, and wear the bays
that seem so bright in the dim light of earth, SO
worthless near eternity's portal.
The silent worker in the worlds arena receives
no share of it's homage, the firm spirit that ouails
not when duty is the watch word, spurns ambitious
letters, conquers evil passions, dsthrones malice
and envy, and labors with earnest faith to make
song and sunshine smile in desert places. silently
bears the life-burdeu with a radiant spirit until the
sound OF the living is lost in the jubilee of the an.
gels. No sounding cannon, mourning nations or
speeches oil SURPRISING eloquence tell the story of