Meigs County telegraph. [volume] (Pomeroy [Ohio]) 1848-1859, 1858-03-16

continue until the "Llme oil the Singing oI
birds" And this brings to mind that by
the Almanac it is almost Spring, when all
nature will put on anew dress and in
this respect, how like her changing chill
dren the earth acts. She changes the
fashion Of her dress according to the ever
varying changes of her States. And on this
thought suppose we stop and sermonze.
Seen with an eye that can penetrate the
veil of hard, dead nature, which ever pre-
sents itself to the outward senses, she be-
comes a grand, glorious, living symbol,
whose outward manifestations are all sig
nfcative of inward, active forces, which
are ever ultimating themselves in the in
inity of forms that forever beautify and
adorn her changing scenery The broad
blue lakes and deep green oceans are the
flowing skirts of her wondrous garments
the mountain chains, the binding vests
with which she girds herself. The great
rivers in their majestic fow-the mean
dering streams and purling brooks in
their winding courses, are the silver and
golden threads, which, traversing the
groundworks of the continents, divide and
diversity them into an endless variety Of
forms and figures. In the Spring time
she puts on her mantle of every shade of
green, woven of grass, and shrubs, and
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roses, and innumerable flowers ofall shades
of color and all imaginable forms of grace
and beauty. Every month-nay, every
day, she changes. The bright deep green
Of Spring, sobers gradually into the richer
glories of maturing Summer harvests.
The flowers fade only to give place to the
still more beautiful gems, and wreaths.
and clusters of fruits-to waving wheat
fields, to the golden corn, to the brown,
and blue, and purple grass.
Autumn comes with new forms, new
colors, new combinations-a new but ia
ding glory. On this sober ground Of de-
caying life, she embroiders all the richest
and deepest colors of vernal, and Summer,
and Autumn flowers. The varied hues
of the woods in Autumn reflect the very
poetry of colors, as if the rainbows had
stretched over them their brightest arches,
and beautiful creatures of Summer sun
beams playing with Summer showers, had
come down from the sky and were sleep
ing on the forest leaves, rocked by the gen =
tie Autumn winds. But this glory, too, is
soon put off, and she wraps herself in the
pure soft mantle of snow, whose every
fiber is crystal and every knot gem.
Other changes give to the scene still
more enchanting variety. Exhalations,
born Of heat and moisture, rising in airy
volumes flow around her like the robe
ola vestal. Mornings approaching dawn,
and evenings fading twilight-the splen-
dors of the MONDAY sun, and the gem
bespangled canopy of starry midnight
sunlight, and moonlight, and shadows
falling showers, and diamonds formed o
dew-drops studding every blade and ea
and flower; while around all, and over all
in ever-shifting forms and colors, the light.
winged clouds, like robes of sanity white
or regal purple, fringed with the beautiful
pencilings of rays from the setting sun, en-
velop heras in bridal veil. Who can look
with open eyes on all this scene and moi
find his lips uttering the spontaneous i'm.
pulse of his soul, proncuncing this eartl
of ours very-yea, SURPRISINGLY beautiful
But whence is all this wondrous beauty:
Who wove the marvellous texture of al
these flowers? Who touched their petal,
with hues of every shade of light and love
illness? Who clothed The lilies of the
field with a glory that monarch's s wealth
could never purchase? Who scented tn,
rose, and perfumed the flowers, and taugh
them to show abroad on the balmy breezt
their offerings of pure, sweet incense
Who gave them their magic charm to carry
the thoughts of angels to the dying child
Who? Was it chance? Was it blind
dead Nature? What is the meaning of al
this changing, gorgeous, grand, beautiful
ever -dissolving, but ever-renewed pano
rama? What is the Interpretation of it
mystic language? Has 1t any meaning!
Who has not looked up into the far-ot
depths OF the illimitable blue sky, ant
with inexpressible longing asked unutterec
questions and received in answer only th
unsatisfying echo of his own NUT
prayer? Who has not watched the swell
ing bud, bursting into the expanding
flower, and questioned with his deepes
thoughts, its origin, its significance, ant
its author?
Happy are those who can look upol
this wondrous scene of which they form
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