The Potter journal. [volume] (Coudersport, Pa.) 1857-1872, 1859-03-24

selves into the hearts Of men and nations,
foreshadowing the millennium OF uniVer-
sal fraternity. The golden volume OF
Truth now complete, claspcd with eternal
Loye, was left legacy for man, upon
whom its silent inhuences came like a
gentle zephyr, and touched the silver
harp-strin IS Of the spirit Tyre, awakening
to new life, the mighty elements Of his
being. But that canker-worm Evil, pen
etrated the heart Of the tree Of Life, drank
up It's vital currents, leaving q hollow
form, which though the same in appear
ance, the heart was wanting.
Days of gloom, and nights of darkness
came and went. The minstrels Of ma
ture" chantcd solennly, and all cried for
change. Thesunlight dawns with Luther
when the champions Of truth. like the
heroes of former days, were all life ana
earnestness-strong to do, and willing to
suffer, ahcn thought was planning form
to move its lofty designs. The heroes of
this age but acted forth what struggled IN
the breast Of primitive champions. 1t
was the same God-given principle, but
the intellect needed to be schooled and
guided, ere it could give moral tone, a
RIGHT direction to this living germ.
These are the latter days, when knowl-
edge "runncth to and fro" The living
essence Of mind telleth of its existence in
nobler deeds and impressive characters.
Man has conned the mighty thoughts of
those old heroes, Gas the A. B. c." Of
his boyhood. Now he calls fer deeper
symbols, not deep thoughts. The present
ace demands living souls The indiyid-
ual who seeks for fame, for crowns and
kingdoms, must Get, but minus a great
spirit and mighty heart. The lofty mo-
tive is stilled, and self is the shrine at
which he worships. He who IS sensible
of the might Of mind, who feels the pow
er of action, whose soul is grasping for
knowledge, has a well spring Of enjoyment
within. The man who truly lives, can
meet the sneers Of the indolent-the call
of the -waster-with Indifference, feel
ing the force of this truth
How few think Justly of the thinking few;
How many neuer think, who think they do"
There are many of God s nobIemen, who,
breathing the serene atmosphere 90 forth
where true glory waits them, which alone
is found in the path Of duty. In these
latter days, the call is urgent for host
of such nobility, for victories must be
achieved, ere right triumphs. Love is
the sickle, that stall reap the worlds great
harvest fclds. There is no place SO Sc
cluded, but some soul may make tia sphere
for the truest nobility. The wisdom OF
the Omnipotence is no less displayed II
the atom, than the orb Of light-so the
spirit of God-hke inspiration, IS develop
ed alike in the humble peasant, and in
the man who holds nation submissive
to his will. lie who would labor for the
right, need not sit with idle hands, say
ing " no man hath hired US. The air is
burdened with the sighs Of suffering hu-
manity. Man still kneels at Wars stain
ed feet, and Iick6 the blood-embittered dust.
Scared souls still minister to death with
! the poison Of the cup, and anon the cry
Of the oppressed ascend8 upon the glow
ling sunbeams. The scofer walks abroad
unrebuked, and writes upon his works,
DEATH IS an eternal sleep" Shall he who
seeks to fulfill the demand Of these latter
days be silent and inactive? BY all
that makes US noble, by the battle cry Of
life-the Excelsior no-and echo, from
her hundred homes, shall answer no-ant
the angels shall chant it on their golden
harps-and the holy spirit whisper in The
" star chamber Of the sou" no!
ANNIE.
! Coudcrsport, March is, 1889.