The Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, Ohio) 1853-1861, 1859-08-18
Yours Respectful
Monrovia, Atchinsou co., Mansus.
Nor the journal.
Way-sidc Memories.

Ii IS soft, cool morning, this July one, in
which | am writing. Gratefully the western
breeze comes in at the open easement. bringing
to my mind sweet dreams Of peace, and quiet
rest borne from that far fabled line, which the
Red Man has SO beautifully pictured, as the
happy home of departed spirits. Invountarly
my thoughts turn, not to the future, but to the
sunny and beautiful past; even to.the earlier days
OF childhood, when my wayward footsteps were
guarded by the loving caro- of afTectionate pa.
rents-and brothers, and sisters, kind and gen.
tie. shared alike with me the joys, and gricfs OF
youth. How wildly is my memory impressed
with the scenes and incidents that then occu,.
red, which now to me appear so trihng. O,
the intervening days Of Now and Then--whut
changes have they wrought, And how many
have yielded to The magic influence of change !;
not less successful in its career than the sterner
mandate of Passyo away" Yes it is true,
thot even we are changing, in thought, feeling,
aud sentiment; and yet how unchanging We all
are, in this one thing, the pleasure that each
one feels in dwelling upon the happy past
Those pleasant memories are to our weary hearts
like good news from far off country" IL
cannot quite dispel the shadows, but it often
shines through them; and the shade that is cast
upon our spirits, is blessedIy mingled with the
glorious sunshine of 'life's better moments; and
even from the lost happiness Of the past we will
gather hope FOR the future. Sorrows we have
oil known, and many more we may experience.
but hope with radient smiles, waits from her
golden WINS tho lpUs IF ;n. 4
ed from the fountain of Gods unchanging love.
And we, though we have been called to mourn
deeply and bitterly, yet we will not 90 cheer
less and gloomy Oh our way, but rather rejoice
in the mercy and truth OF our Heavenly Father
who does not willingly afflct nor grieye the
children of men.
| II is SIX months ago, this sunny, summer
month OF Jnly, that they bore her away to rest!
Six months since the angels whispered to her
tired spirit, "Stay not here!" We thought our
hearts were breaking then. and that never could
life be deemed blessing, without mothers love;
but time has softened our grief and though we
often shed tears OF bereavement aud regret, still
we look with hope and trust to the future, be
llevns that, in that happy land of the blest, -
We shall one day meet our mother with all the
friends we have loved and lost on earth. And
YOU o mourner! whoever you may be,
:" take courage!' Have you lost friends? In
the Heavens above you, they live forever happy.
Is the past to you but dream of joys that were
too transient in their stay7 Lsok not on the
dark side only for you there are joys in the fu.
ture, yet in store; and there are still, even for
you. many bright hopes to be realized; and we
know that in that peaceful home, where they
have takan away our treasures, " there is funess
OF joy, and pleasures ioreveymore."
Memory bells" ring out to day,
Bearing Inc back to the" far away''-
! To the golden dreams of lifes young May
That humble spot our happy home
With glens aud woods free to roam
! The visions Of the bright ito come"
! The many thnas that we should do.
When young life's hopes nssh and new
with naught but flowers our path to strew
The rambles to the woodland swing.
On sultry days; glorious thing
Alr-uown our Volces--echoes ring.
The search for flowers and MOSES rare,
And Autumn's buds 80 richly fair
lhe thrilling notes OF brave kildare,
The black-bird's song. the young hawks scream.
From giddy tree tops wild he'd fling.
With drum Of partridge heard between.
The nutting parties In the fall
When Sunmer leaves rest on their pail,
/ Withered and dead-our emblem, all.
And chdhoods Sabbaths oft beguiIed.
With stories Of the "Meek and Midi
Jesus. our Savior, Holy Child"
All "Memory bells, they also tell
When sorrow first upon us fell,
And first we heard the parting knell.
/ When land 20 rest the dnsk .,id
The gentle forms so lately hid
FROM loving gaze. meath ooftn lid
With PALE cold hands folded at rest
Above a meek and quiet breast .r
That heaVes no more, in such distress.
Peaceful they rest beneath the sod,
Their sainted spirits gone 20 God;
They know no more afiiotion& rod -
And like the dead, bright hopes are laid