The Grand Haven news. [volume] (Grand Haven, Mich.) 1858-18??, 1860-05-30
For the Grand Haven News.
"The Summer is Past, the Harvest
is Ended.''

1.-THE summer is Past, the Harvest
is Ended"
Such would have been the exclamation
that would have fallen from our lips cold
VIC, on the 25th of November last, have
cast our eye over the extensive fields of
our land and beheld the decaying weeds
and stubble that stood in the place of the
waving and golden grain. The summer
was past and the faithful husbandman
had gathered into the cellar and garner
the rich harvest of vegetables, fruit and
grain. Many were the thanksgiving din
ners that were given, and many, very
many in our blessed land were the happy
family circles that gathered around the
bounteous board with thankful hearts and
countenances radiant with JOY, and eyes
beaming with hope and love to commem-
crate the happy event-and we'll it might
be so, for there might have been seen the
long absent son, or the daughter that had
left the paternal roof, in youths morn, to
bless the home of another with her little
ones, blessed pledges of heaven blessing.
The eye of the aged grand-sire sparkled
once more as in youth, as it beheld gath
cred around the family hearth his children
and children's children in one happy, un-
broken family wreath. Sweet was the
incense of prayer, as fragrant with faith it
rose from the family altar to within heav
ems inner court and saluted the ear of
our Great High Priest that has entered
in before to make intercessions for us.
Though there was such rejoicing over the
sheaves that had been gathered in, yet
there was one left still standing in Sunny
Side, on the banks of the beautiful Hud-
son, fully ripe, "only waiting" till the
reaper should come to gather it into the
Masters garner. Was it forgotten and
will it have to stand the raging blasts and
cold winds of another winter? Ab, no
On the 2sLh day of Nov. the welcome
messenger came, and after the glorious
sun had sunk to rest and quiet reigned
throughout natures universal realm, the
aged pilgrim laid him down to his last re-
pose. Fame's laurel wreath was laid
aside, for the victors palm and the golden
crown, and the dsembodied spirit, no
longer shackled by its earthly tenement,
plumed its wings and scared above TO
partake of more delicious thanksgiving
supper with the Lamb and the blessed in
the Elysian bowers Of Heaven.
On that eve bright star in the litera-
ry Heaven sank beneath the western hor-
izon; but its soft, mellow light still shines
as bright and radiant as ever over Europe
and America. Long may the branches
of the weeping willow wave above tho
honorod grave, for well may nation weeT
when an Irving falls. Of him it may be
said:
GLOW blessed the righteous when he dies,
| When sinks n weary soul to rest
How mildly beams the closing eyes,
How gently heaves the expiring breast"
Time sped on, deep snow covered The
earth, the wind blew fiercely, and The cold
dark storm-cloud overspread the sky an(
nearly shut out the sunlight of heaven
all nature looked cold, dark and drear
and the low moaning wind seemed to b.
humming the dirge of a departing soul
We sought shelter from the angry storm
in lowly cabin near by, but alas wha
a melancholy sight met our eyes! There
on cot, made of filthy rags, lay wretch
ed creature cursing his God and his frenC
till worn out and exhausted, he lay for
while seemingly insensible, then revivin!
again, as the last agonies of death wer
upon him, he family murmured: "Th
Summer is past the Harvest is Ende'
> and ! am not Saved" and with loo