Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1859-07-06
For the Spirit of the Age.
The Angel Of the Weary Hearted.

The last sunbeam of evening left its home
and fingered in the tresses of q sad yet lovely
maiden, who sat beneath the foliage of Sum-
mer. She seemed some sweet enchantresS,
all robed in white, and silently c~ommuning
with the viewless spirits of the stars, one
might imagine she came from the Spirit land,
so unearthly the lustre of her eyes as she
raised them to the heavens. She listened
sadly to the mournful song of the waters and
for an instant a cloud overshadowed her girl
ish brow. Her beautiful head dropped, and
she wept bitterly, for alas! she was blind!
On the sunny world that poor girl had
gazed her last, and sadly she was pining
now. "Alas!" she m~urmured, ut were far
better never to have seen the glorious sun
light, than thus to be darkelled in life's hap
piest years! My mothers tones fall upon
my ear, but they grieve my heart for l can
not see the smile that SO oft beguiled her
maynard child. Oh! I'm so weary of this
darkness, while all around me is light and
beauty For a while she seemed like one
bound in some miserable dream with no pow
of invisible wings was heard-a food of light
burst upon her darkened vision, and cast its
halo about her soul-the troubled air famed
her cheek, and a soft voice fell on her ear
Weep not, gentle girl. Thou canst not
gaze upon this beautiful w~orld-but its Sum-
mer bowers, it's Autumn tints alike are fleet
ing. Thine will be but a brief night here
and then thou shalt enter that light and
beauty, where none are blind and none are
sad. Thy pure spirit may then revel amid
the bright and lovely beings of that celestial
spherel"
The Angel moved his golden wings and ia
ded in the blue ether. The dreamer awoke,
and a change came over her; the repin.ngs
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! she raised her sightless orbs to heaven, one
: could trace in their azure depths the light of
Hope.
: 1t was a dark, still night, and the pale
: moon kept her solitary vigils in the heavens.
|, A prisoner sat in his lonely cell, and as the
wandering moonbeams crept fearfully thro'
= the grated bars and fingered on the shadowy
" wall, he shuddered at the thought of his fate.
o He frantically pressed his forehead and aching
d brow, but alas! he sought in vain to still the
burning frenzy that troubled his BRAIN
Die! He felt he must in this horrible place
and alone! He had friends but they had no
power to save him. His mind went back to
ID the dim vista of the past and saw his boy
hoods home; there his mother knelt with
" her little child in prayer. Even then her
hearts fondest wishes seemed to fall on his
We ear as a voice from the dead. Around him
ed fingered a white winged messenger. AS
:. evening zephyrs sigh among the leaves, SO
did its soft wings move near him. A spirit.
III coice spake unto his troubled soul. Sad
ed one, be not SO weary. Thine hour has no
yet come. Thou shalt yet see the loved ones
- of home. They watch and pray for the'
y there. Be comforted. Thy chains shall We
L be broken, and the sweet scenes of liberty
we again fill thy soul. The clouds passed from
III. his brow, and a glad smile wreathed his fea
6, lures. tn waving of unseen wings wa
: heard and the spirit fed, yet the bright ray
ng of hope were shed about the pathway of tn
ity weary hearted. LUTA.