The weekly Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1854-1861, 1859-08-17
9petital.
Pulpit EIOquence.
M AMELIA A. wELpY.

fns day was dscliniuE-Aths breeze in ia slee
Had ieft the fair blossoms to sing on the sea,
As the sun in i1 gorgeousness, radiant and still,
Dropped down like gem from the brow Of the
!, hiI; ..
One tremulouS star, in the glory Of June,
Came out with smile and sat down by the moon,
As she graced her blue throne with Ihe pride Of
:, queen
The smiles OF her lovelIness gladdeDing The scenA
Tho scene was enchantingl in distance away
Rolled the foam.crested waves of the Chesapeake
bay,
While bathed In the moonlight the village seen,
With the church in the distance that stood on the
green,
The soft-sleeping meadows lay brightly unrolled,
With their mantles of verdure and blossoms Of
gold,
AID the earth in her beauty, forgetting to grieve,
Lay asleep iE kef bloom on the bosom of eve.
4 Nsht-hearted child, had wandered away
all day; .....
And free % 4 birds was the song Of my soul,
As I heard the wild waters exultingly roll;
While, tightening my heart as sported along,
With bursts of low laughter and snatches of song,
BY the feet shat went up to the worship of God.
As traced Its green windings, murmur Of prayer
With the hymn of the worshppers on the air,
And drawn by the links Of it's sweetness along,
L stood unobserved in the midst of the thropg.
For awhile my young spirit still wandered about
With the birds, and the winds, that were singing
without;
But birds, waves, and zephyrs, quickly forgot
Ia one Angel.ke being that frightened the spot.
In stature majestic, apart from the throng,
He stood in his beauty, the theme Of my song
His check pale with fervor-the blue orbs above
Lit up with the Splsndors Of youth and Of love,
Yet the heart-glowiDg rapture that beamed from
those eyes
Seemed saddened by sorrows, and chastened BY
sighs,
As II tho young heart in its bloom had grown cold
With its loves unrequted, its sorrows untold.
SGeh language as his may never recall;
But his theme was INSTRUMENTATION to aI,-
AID the souls of thousand in ecslacy hung
On the manna.like sweetness that dropped from
dds tongue
Not aIooe on the ear his wild eloqueDce stole;
Enforced by each gesture, 1t sunk to the soul,
Till It seemed thauan angel had frightened the sod
He spoke of the Saviour-What pictures he drew!
Tho scenes Of his suferings cle.r on my view
The cross-the rude cross, where he suffered ahd
died;
The gush OF bright crimson that flowed from hi'
aldo;
The Gun Of his sorrows-tho wormwood and gall (;
The darkness that mantled the earth as pail;
The garland of thorns-and the demon like crews
Who knelt as they scofed him, ''Hail, King of the
Jews"
He spoke, and it seemed that his statue.like form
Expanded and glowed, as his spirit grew warm;
HIS tone so impaesoned--so melting his air,
As touched with compassion: he eaded In prayer;
His bands clasped above him-h:s blue orbs up
thrown,
Still pleading for sins that were never his own,
While that mouth, where such sweetness ine6abl'
sui spoke, though expression had cied on hi
tongue.
O God! what emotions tho speaker awoke!
A mortal he seemcd-yet Deity spoke;
man-yet so far from humanity liven!
On earth yet so closely connected with heaven!
How of in my fancy l've pictured him there,
As he stood In that triumph of passion and prayer,
With his eyes closed III tdptuFe-'heit 'rahs1en
eclipse
Mado bright by the sm lies that illumincd his lips
There's q charm In delvery-a magical art
That thrills like kiss, from the lip to the heart;
'TSs tho glance-the expEession-the well chose
word,
By whose magic the depths of tho spirit are stirred
The smile-the mute gesture-the soulstartlin
pause,
The eyes sweet expression, that melts whilo
aweS-
The lips soft persuasion, its musical tone
o such was the charm OF that eloquent one!
The time is long past-yet how clearly defined
That bay, church, and village Goat up on my mint
see amid azure the moon in her pride,
With the sweet little trember that sat by her side
hear the blue waves, as she wanders along,
Leap ap In her gadness and sirg her a sopg,
And tread In the pathway hafworu o'er the 500
BY the feet that went up to the worship Of God.
The time is long past, yet what visions see!
Tho past, the dim past, Is the present 10 me;
lam standing once more mid that heart-stricke
throDg,
A vision floats up-'tis the theme ofmy song
All glorious and bright as spirit Of air,
The light, like halo eneircing his hair
AsI catch the same accents of sweetness and love,
He whispers Of Jesus-and poats us above.
How sweet to my heart is the picture I've traced!
Its chain Of bright fancies seemed almost edaeed,
till Memory, the fond one that sits in the soul,
Took up the frail links, aud connected the whole.
Az the dew 10 the blossom the bud to the bee.
As the scent 10 the rose-are those memories to me
Round the cords of my heart they have trembling
- clung, .... .. .
And the echo 1t gives is the song have sung.