The Oxford intelligencer. (Oxford, Miss.) 1860-18??, 1860-08-15

Then comes O calm, which death can never shake
And there's no void within 10 call and ache,
But OF his haven sure,
Man rests upon his oar,
To wait the lighting Of celestial fresi
Fires which through the night their glimmers cast,
Like faint and far-off lightning with the blast
To meet whose troubled CLEAN,
The hearts hands outward stream,
Eager to fix on something not Of Earth,
While the old fe-boat, stripped of sails and mast,
Floats to its mystic haven, safe at last;
Where things are what they SEEM"
And joys forever teen,
In souls Of perfect bliss and perfect worth
Heart, rest you here, for there shall come day
With whose bright morning you shall fee away,
Floating and rising higher
is Heaven coming higher
Or does the blessed land of spirits call,
With its sweet voices, where the angels stay,
Asking the souls TO come from earth away,
Where angels never tire,
Nor time, nor life, expire,
And spirits never from their glory fall.
VII
There Is q waste. a cold and chcerless field,
Amid whose frozen breakers there are sealed,
As in a clasped book,
Things which besought look,
And then forever closed by opening hands,
Here, TO no sun, the rugged ice-crags yield,
But winters hosts their clouds of maccs WELD,
BY genial warmth forsook,
And mans lfo cannot brook
The ereaLing barriers of those northern lands
And norhward, to the Pole, old winter steers,
Where, bound by rocks Of ice, becalncd, appears
sunless, beating sea,
Whose gloomy breakers fec
Back TO the centre, to return no more;
And on its cherries beach the icy spears,
Hung with stark banners, Us of frozen tears
Which fall ON icy checks,
And long remembered weeks
Have seen thcm riding on this frctted shore
And stately snow-ships stand on level plains,
Among whose phantom sails, IEolian strains
Weep ont to earless
Their saddened harmonies,
And craggcd chrystals echo well the sound.
Like hopeless music which ut night complains,
When flecting with the Winds strange voice wancs
Breathing its sweetness far,
To some lone watching star,
Guarding through sympathy this cherries ground
Thus, in our lives thousand hopes arise,
But to be shattered ere they reach the skies,
And life is all dream,
Where frozen feelings CLEAN,
Crushed by the falling of a ruthless hand.
And phantom thoughts, like spirits in disguise,
Float in the soul and cross its happy skies,
And stately, cold, unn0yed,
A nature all unlovcd,
Grcets each lone wandcrer in this chilling land.
Weary of living, tho affections hold,
Up to high Heaven, their hands that grow not old,
And spirit-lcgons press
The road to happiness,
All throngng to the Sunrise OF the Soul.
Then CLEAN those upper lights, stoadfast and bold,
In that fair land the sacred Shepherds fold,
Where all their love confess,
And souls their Author bless,
For this is Paradise, the hearts last goall
XII.
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Reach out those heavenly plains OF endless span
The workmanship Of power,
Had here its natal hour,
And hence sprang many stars and mother EARTH
Oh brighter than the tairest hopes Of man,
Mounting by faiths strong ladder, tired and wan,
Beams forth seraphc light,
Upon the immortaPs sight,
where faith aud love are happy at their birth
Sweeps on that ceaseless river, down whose shore
Walk Earth's pale hosts, returning never more,
While fleeing from the sea
OF old Eternity,
Come back light spirits to the river Time,
Watching each troubled wave and trembling oar.
These are the souls which long have gone before;
Feelng-whose presence, We,
Blcst Of lnfnity
Breathe out our lives in heavenly voieeless rhyme
Far down that mighty stream. where glides its flow
Darkly and deeply, with motion slow,
Into the hearts bright halls.
Urging its tagging energies to fly.
1t comes in soft harmonics, and the glow
OF christian love breaks on us, and We grow
More glad and pure and calm,
Our lives become psalm,
Soothing and sweet, ascending to the sky.
And where the river mets into the sea,
When every soul is from its fetters free,
OH sweeter than the sight
d1affr
Or aught that ever gladdcned morars breast,
Comes the last launching to Eternity!
Back to their homes immortal spirits fee,
To homes of heavenly light,
Pure, beautiful and bright,
The long sought End. the sainted spirits rest
Murmuring cheerily.
Down the soft shore
Waters flow merrily,
Greeting the
Gliding and feeting
As never before
The waters are meeting.
Down at the sea,
XVII.
Up from the shining waves CLoTuo is rising,
Loving immortals, hut mortals despising,
And swift, as though madly,
Spins the last thread Of life to its close
LAcHEsrs, an end to her labor devising,
Swift passes the film to ArRoPos, comprising
A mOrtals strange life
All its quiet and strife,
And Destiny grants TO the spirit repose.
XVIII.
Spirit hands beckon rs,
Coming from Time,
Spirit eyes reckon rs,
Pardoned Of crime.
There is the greeting.
The true spirit-meeting-
The End Of all time.
A LEARNED counsel, addressing jury in
one Of our western courts, made use Of the