The Lambertville press. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1858-1???, 1859-07-14
Volume 1, Number So.
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Out in the Country.

To live within sight of field with its carpet
of emerald, is luxury How much more to
view broad acres of infinite variety, to rove with
satisfied gaze from the comely swell of the hill
to the beautiful level of the meadow, touched
here and there by the lightly springing birds,
while the sweet smelling hayeocks, the loosened
tresses of the earth, changing from yellow to
brown, throw off odors as if precious oils had
been poured over them
In addition to these are the trees, singly and
in families those dumb but animated things,
whispering in language known only to the winds
stretching off miles toward the sea and toward
the farther country Their leaves sparkle in
the sunshine-thefr branches oyershadow the
roofs Of humble homes their fruits fall into the
dimpled hands of children their beauty causes
hearts to be unconsciously glad; God made
them graceful, and il all their motions they speak
Of an Interchangeable love.
Then there are the sparkling blue streams,
lying in green basins and margined with low,
dreamy alders and still farther beyond, the salt
sea, like q purple-blue MIST with its ships that
the distance puppies aiso heaying its glitteriag
waves against shore and keel bearing great
freights and glad tidings upou its mighty bosom.
/ OH these glorious views in the free, unlmi-
ted eouatry-how they enlarge the soul One
grows kindred with the bognteous earth till q
resting place beneath its generous surface seems
not SO dreary. In spite of the narrowing inhu-
enees and bespotted circumstances-in spite of
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ering cares of life-the contemplation of these
innumerabe works of God infuses buoyancy,
hope, and the love of the Everlasting Father in
the heart, till even the frame seems etherialized,
and heaven begun on earth
The very stones glistening upon the hillside
speak of peace. The cattle, deep in the grass,
seem mutely to acknowledge that God has placed
them upon thousand hills, and they are sedby
His bounty. That exquisite trill, that gives
such finish to the MARBLE of the forest bird speak
the mechanism of the same creative hand
The corn not yet enriched with its tasSes ofgold,
but shining nevertheless with an unriValed ustre;
the butterfly flashing its many colored wings in
the midst Of the leaves; the tinted flowers Of
carnation, of royal purple, of princely yellow
the early apples, just turning from russell to red
the currants like the jewels of flame and drops OF
amber-all these fill the soul to the brim with
love and admiration.
If this depth and purity of atmosphere, if these
riches of color and harmenies of shape, these
sweets of fruits and transparencies of pebbly
streams-these clear breathings ofthe winds and
lofty bredths of sky and sea, could from some
alembic to be poured into our human hearts, Wnas
harmonies would play along our lives linen
as the shadows that fall upon the hll-sldes' onlY
added varied loneliness, SO it would De WIN
us as the shadows of time touched us with thelr
shifting hues always gliding away, never station
arv-always making new shapes of beauty-al-
waYs reflections from that which is in the hea-
vens above, and not on the earth beneath
Peterson's Magazine.