Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1860-04-06
Correspomdemt
Scraps from Leisure Moments
No. 4.
Lifp'S Dreams.

NO. 4.
Life's Dreams.
Whittier are yc fed ?" and the bright
eyes of the school-boy looked eagerly fol
the butterfly he had suddenly let fall
Crushed and dead, it lay among the flow
ers, and the boy saw it; his hand had
grasped it too roughly, and its little life
was ended Those wings that had sport
ed so brilliantly in the sun few moments
before, were folded now, useless and the
boys lip trembled, and the big tear came
to his eyes, for he held butterAy's life
sacred, because God had made it.
Oh, child-drcamer chasing the bees
and birds in the summer sunshine, gath
ering the violets by the brook-sidc, lifc's
morning just begun, why are earth's tri-
ais for thee Why must life's reality
prove so different from its glorious seem
ing? Like the butterAy'5 wings, the fu-
ture looks ralnbow-tintel but like them,
will you ever find your dearest hopes
crushed The clouds must gather; there
is no escaping. The storm must come
there is no avoiding. But take courage,
be true, true only to your own conyc-
tions Of right, let come what may friends
prove false or true. You will be recon-
pcnsed, for even on earth there comes a
reward to the carncst-workcr aud true
hearted
Gone forerer = and the toii-worn
man Of business went YEARLY homeward.
There were no kind words of welcome
for the little ones thatran eagerly forward
to meet hul-no smile Of affection, for
that day his wealth and home We're gone.
How for long years he had toilel, that
life might be pleasure to those he loved
How h. had strasslel with misfortune
and carth-cares, and how proud he had
been OF the result Aud now the agony I,
Must those, he worshipped, those that
have been reared 50 tenlerly, 60 forth IN
10 the world to brave its dangers and
meet It's temptations? Proud man
does wealth alone give happiness? Can
nothing else satisfy Down in your
heart are there not sleeping sweet memo
res oil an L len home, where your child
hood was spent where father blessed
YOU, and mothers love WAS all your
wealth? Oh, those days of peace and
innocence, whittier are ye fled? Earth
set has homes of bright faces and cheer
fal hearts, pleasantcr than wealth could
make there. Sach, too, may be thine
Let the sunshine stream into your heart,
as wcil a, your home, let your hands per-
form deeIs Of Kindness and mercy, and
to you there viii como a joy that passeth
all understanding.
And % are we all seeking Cor pleasure
where pleasure is not to be foaal,-re-
j9cting the good, and satisfied with Moth
ing that gives real enjoymeat-Pursuing
shadows Of happiness that please only for
tAc moment, and dreaming dreams this
life can never see realized
How often we forget the sht coming
on AMI the real life commencing. Hours
wasted and days misspent can never be
re;allel and there will come a day to
all when we too shall say-Where are ye
gone! Oh my childhood's hopes and in-
n5cenee, uncloudcd by the mad ambition
of later years? But swiftly and surely
our lft-boats will drift adown the un-
known river, and no hand may stay their
progress The flowers will bloom. but
not for Us; ths moon will play her beams
in paths where We once trod, bat we shall
have gone.
Smile upon US alway, oh, All-powerfu,
that our feet may never f4!ter or grow
weary, treading the pleasant valley that
leads to thee LLlsvEE.
Sea Shore, March -, 1850.