The hydraulic press., 1860-11-10
BLUE Sky SOMEWHERE.

1t was the remark of child, consoling himself
for the loss of a promised pleasure on rainy af-
ternoon, that there "blue sky somewhere"
And the sapphire heavens, flooded with sunshine,
on the next day made his faith a verify.
The lesson is for you, and for all of us, reader;
and we need it quite as much as the boy who sat
looking out of the window upon a leaden sky
and the fast-fallng rain, and trying to find COM
fort in the thought that, far above the cloud and
storm, the sun was shining In his undimmed
splendor.
"Into each life some rain must fall" SAYS the
poet-teacher; and in the days that come clark
and dreary" we apt to feel, in spite of expe-
rience and reason, that the brightness has passed
from our lives forever. But it is not so. Like
travellers we rise, now upon mountain heights,
and now descend into deeply shaded valleys; pass
through open savannas, down upon which the
golden sunbeams fall; and anon are buried in
dense forests, that seem stretching their INTERIM
Unable yistas to the very end of our journey
We encounter all aspects of the heavens; have
our mornings, our mondays, our evenings, and
our nights with only the stars for guidance; our
wild, contending storms, and our sunny, tranquil
atmospheres. Has it not been with yous read
er? And yet, when the sun goes down, or hides
his face in mantling clouds, does not your heart
grow faint, and your faith in blue sky somewhere"
become feeble as the rays of an expiring lamp:
The very children are our teachers!
Between our inner and our outer worlds there
is something more than simple analogy; the re-
lation bears the higher one of correspondence,
even to minutest things; so that nature, with all
its infinite varieties of aspects and changes rep
resenting interior aspects and changes, becomes
our instructor. Our true poets rise into per-
ception of this, and give us lessons Of wisdom
that sink deeply into the heart, and become to us
as lights in dim places, strength in WEAKNESS, and
confidence in last results when the mind is trenl-
bling in doubt and fear. Not mere words in
rythmic order are the poets, when he says:
sBe still, sad heart and cease repning;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fail,
Some days must be dark and dreary."
eff I could only believe that the clouds would
mass away-that sunny days would come again
/ might weep less, was the language of one who
sat in the darkness and sorrow of disappoint-
ment, as friend and consoler offered her the
poets lesson, that she might take 1t into her
heart. "But can see no rift in the clouds; no
line of light along the dark horizon; no abate-
ment of the fast-falling rain"
"We are sure that the rain will cease; that be.
hind the clouds the sun is shining We have the
fullest confidence in returning sunbeams; and
whys Because we know that clouds are merely
earthly exhalations; that they do not rise high
In the heavens-that they can never reach the
Sun, whose beams shine ever on with undimin-
ished splendor, and have power to disperse the
t1ensest yapors that ever drew their curtains be-
fore his radiant face. Now the world of mind
like the world of nature, has its sun, the poet
has SO beautifully intimated. Thought sees by
light, and the heart is refreshed and beautifed
With flowers and yerdure by its warmth. But al
times this sun is hidden by clouds, and there are
shadows in the mind and rain upon the heart
The days are dark and dreary. Why? Whence
are these clouds? Let visible things become oul
teachers"
The countenance of the listener grew atten
tive, and the friend went on
ssThey 90 up from the natural earth, as clouds
90 up from the earth of our minds; and even whili
we sit in sorrow for the beams that have fadet
from our paths, the sun is dissolving these cloud
in rain for refreshment and fuitfulness Ou
hearts are watered in the days of sorrow, tina
they may bear good fruit when the SUNSHINE
comes again.