The Oxford intelligencer., 1860-07-18

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There is a land, a wan and desert place.
Where growing hearts wear smiles upon the face
Here nature green and bright
Then winter chill and white,
Like the close freezing of polar sea,
Breaks on The path Of man, and leaves the trace
OF ioy, or sorrow, with the human race.
Come a soft ray Of light,
Comes a cold hand TO biightl
Eternal d.scOrl where bat peace should be.
Sc eyeatide Of lie, when fair lights brcal,
Upon "a, from hidden sun, and wake
Within "a, something more,
Than ever came before,
From an fife fiery tho't~ md strong desires,
Then come, q calm, which death can never shake
Aud there's no ,oil within "a call and ache,
But q his haven suIt,
Man rests lpon his oar,
To wait the Lighting Of celestial fires;
Fires which thro the night their elimmers cast
Like FAINT nud lar oil lightning With the blast
To meet whose troubled CLEAN,
The heart hands outward stream,
Eager TO tiN on something Hot OF Earth,
While the old life boat stripped If sails and mast
Floats 10 It's mystic haven, safe at last,
Where things ere What they SEEM
And Joys forever teen,
In souls Of perfect bliss AMI perfect worth
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Heart rest Won here. for there shall come a day
With whose bright morning y0u shall dee away
Floating and rising higher
u, Heaven coming higher?
Or does tlc blessed land of = ilt7 call,
With It's sweet voices where tie angels stay,
Asking the souls 10 come from ear,h awag
Where angels never tire,
Nor tiinc, nor life, expire,
And spi.i,a never from their glory I'LL
VII.
There i, a waste, a cold aud chcciles~ Gcld,
Amid whose frozen breakers there arc sealed,
As IN a clasped book,
Things which be-ought look,
Asd then forever closed by opening hands.
Here to 30 sun, the rugged iee-crag- yield,
But winters hosts tLeir clouds Of maccs icld
By genial warmth lorsooE,
And mans lie cannot brook
The creaking barriers Of these northern lands
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And nor.hward, to tbe Pole oil winter steers
W There bluai ty rocks ot Zee, Jecaiued, appears
\ suiasss, beatiuy sca,
Whose sloymy breakers Zee
Aud on i,s cherries beach the icy spears,
Hung with stark banners, as Of frozen tears
Which ial on Icy cheeks
And long remembered weeks
Have seen them riding ON this feLted shore
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Aud stately snnw-ehips stand on level plains,
Among whose phantom sails, .toliin strains
Weep ont to carless seas
Their -alIeucd hlrmsuics
And cfaggcd ciry -.al, echo well the sound
Like hopeless music which al nights complains,
When iiecting with the winds, strange voice
waneS,
Breathing is sweetness Ear.
To some lone watching star,
Guarding through sympathy this cherries
ground
Thus in our lives a thousand hopes arise,
But 70 be shattered ere they reach the skies,
And lie IS al draam.
Where frozen Es lincs gloam,
Crushed by the falling of ruthless hand.
And phantom thoughts. liAe spirits ia disguise,
Float in the soul and cross is happy skies,
Aud stately cold, unmoved,
\ nature all unloyed
Greels each lone Eandcrer in this chilling land
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Weary of living the affections hold,
Up 70 hgh heaven, thcir hands that grow not old,
And spirit-lo-ion- press
The road tp happiness,
an tlroneing to the Sunrise Of The Soul.
Then glaan hose urrer'ieh'S stcadlast AMI bold,
Ia that fair land tie sacred Shopherds fold,
Where al their love confess.
And soulftheir Author bless.
For this Is Paradise, the hearts last goal
XII,
OH gander ihan the proud desires Of man.
Reach ont theSa heavenly plains cf endless span :
Tho arkmanship q power,
Had here Is natal hour.
And hence spTang many stars and mother
earth
Oh! brighter ,hsn the faircst hopes Of man.
Mounting by fsi;h> strong ladder, tired and wan,
Beams forth seIaphic light
Upon the iuauortal'= sight
Where faith and love arc happy at tlleir birth
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Sweeps on that ceazeless river. down whose shore
Walk Earth's raic hosts returning never more,
While fleeing from the sea
Of old Eter itv
Come back light snirits to the river Time.
Watching each troubled wave and trembling oar.
These are the sorls which long have gone before;
Feeling whose presence, We,
Elest f Ininitv
Breathe out our lives in heavenly, voiceless
rhyme.
XIV.
Far down that mighty stream, where glides its
flow.
Darkly and deeply. with a motion slow,
Music's sweet cadence falls.
Into the hearts bright halls.
Urging its lsg-ing energies to ily.
It comes in sqft harmonics, and the glow
OF Christian lnve breaks or us, and we grow
More glad and pure and calm,
Our lives become psalm,
Soothing and sweet ascending to the sky
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s nd where the river nclis into The sea,
When every soul Is from rs fetters free,
On sveeter than the sight
OF Gewv, star -geHnHlea night
Or auEht that ever Elsadcped m0rtal's breast
Comes the last launching to Eternity