The weekly Ottumwa courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1857-1872, 1859-01-20
From the NowYofli Mereury.l
Drea.niaasi Whispering.
BY A DREAMER.

Itisno schoolgirls apostrophe to twi-
light! No fiippant poetising upon this
gentle hour from those who have pense
rosaid upon by cones, WHERE they
should have been: - ~
Acting ii the living present. ~
That crowds upon my memory and into
my heart, rs L skian torw ard ntothis
beautiful night, when earth seems to
have hllshed her thousand voices, that,
she may drink in With the aews the
pure philosophy of Heaven. 1t is only
a recire, filed with the beautiful, and,
perchance, presenting its beauty only
unto me. And what are dreams Int
fleecy cloud1lrifts that float entirly, and
externally change shape upon the over
arching sky of thought? To-day we
seize the outlines that the passion-breeze
throws into their figures and Tomorrow
they may breed a whirlwind that will
chase swift, gigantic shadows over the
heaven Of thought, and change the
Whole landscape of life. Hope and
the world are full, and whoever place
on the written page ola phase or twos
of,the life Of passion endurance, love
orssorrow, only vets feather in the
sea, that breaks ccaselessly along the
great shore of years. Every heart is "A
living drama, every death a drop-scene,
every,book only a faint foot-!ight to
throw 4 little CLEAN upon the stage.
Verdure and bloom clothe the land
scape of mid summer. Harmony and
Observation-Disclosures, There
is not'a discordant note nor aiarring
string in the boundlcss empire of Ma
tlre. While, like the spring in the
dear old meadow that are fed with all
tile showers and the dcws of the pear,
and that, from the fissures of the rocks
send up their continued streams, or like
the deep well amid the tan gled fern,
where one sees the star at noon when
no stars are shining, 50 memory dreams
out its dream. Jihgfo44 aoif9al.0l
And halowed thoughts like music on the
Melt in the heart and rcyel in a tear ;,
Yon little sparrow that is carolng it,
"good night near my easement is
calling up to me this moment a world
of memories that reach away back
into my Infancy, from which stretch
es a world of love broader than flight
ola sparrow. The rose-tree, which
shades my window, full Of buds and
blossoms, each bud, token Of prom
Use that has issues Of life and death,
while the departing sunshine beyond
the flower, and the sparrow ghstenlng
upon the leaves and tinging the tiny
feather, quickens into activity a thou.
sand feelings and remembrances of
what has been, and what will be.
All, yes There! faithful in memory
is the old meadow, stretching awey in
its golden food, waving with grain,
and with the feathery blossoms Of the
grass, and golden buttercups, and
white, nodding daisies; there amid its
beauties stroll infant feet, ard child
hoods beautiful form and face, bright
with the blossoms ofjoy, cri,nsoned all
over with the flush ofhealth Can that
be me? and the nlische, ious sunny
ringleted blue-eyed hoyden leading OH
the trolic? Can it be that those. are
the same sunny curls that are now put
back from the pale forehead of the
sheet companion of my side? Why
beyond those blue hills, with the deep
shadows gathered in their bosoms,
does my memory Climb to the noun
tain Of long years, and stand, spell
bonuland fearful beside that little cot
age that. clihgs to he mountain side.
Uark from out the rude ratters peals
the Sabbath bells, Ginning Of home
All, bow every fibre ofthe old root, SO
darby stained with the rain storm OF
It half century, are twined with my
hcart-strings! 1t SHELTERED me and ali
those who loved me, from the storm
and now, though the rain-drol,s come
down its old sides, they fall gently, like
my tears. All, under the rooftrce Of
that home felt safe! when among
the bitter tolls, and bittercr temptations
of life, shall feel safe again? - n3o
But the yard is Silent, Misunderstanding
ofthe Old cottage is loose, and the
window over which the honey-suckle
grew, and where that deep eye Of hca-
venly blue locked out uporf any play
with all a mothers pride, is empty
and broken in. All, she who made
that home love nest, and who in after