Daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1859-1865, 1860-08-09
= WIIEELINl5 A.EEHURsDAY5 5ATORNING AUGUST 8. 1860

ler who would walk the crowded world
IN glltterlng Isolation high and proad. -
Learn thou a lesson from, the little stream.
and never from the affection and love and
goodness of thy own pure heart wander
away to the unknown land of fame. Like
the stream, thou rnayst reach it, and
quickly too, but tEiou wilt have left all
tIy happineSs and peace aud Joy behind
thee.
And more than all l4tllis, remember that
,!t. IIe i sorrows and tsuHerings, which are the
"i'teF fruits OF this er7ttic life, can never,
nc soothed or lessened by a memory of the
almost forgotten past. When af1iciion is
Oorn OF aHectionate goodness. and sorrow
springs from well intended love, the heart
borne down by grief and woe, may feel the
gentle handTot sympathy carcssiug the
peuned soul and folding back the mantle
OF OF desoiatlon from off the troubled breast.
Not so with thee, Oh! ambitious heart.
IN tue race for fame thou hast left all-the
flowers of affection behind thee. all the
soft breczes of friendship. in the dim DIS
tance, all the soothing dreams of love in
the other land, and never wilt thy womau's
heart know, or feel or see them again.
VIII lken thee, oh erring Que, unto n
strInged instrument. From the Makers
hand thoutdidst come in pure and perfect
harmony. For years the cords of thy
heart were ever in sweetest tune. Sorrow
and suffering may have swaycd the trem-
bling strings for little while, but soon
the master hand of truth and love attuncd
them TO perfect harmony agnin, aud the
sweet tunes were sweeter than before
And so thou mAyest have wandered ON
through life, making sweetest music all tht.
while, hadst not the cruel touch of ambi-
tlon's hand fallen on thy heart and shat
tered its cords and left no music there,
save the wild and discordant strains of an
untuned "barnaton"
! will likcn these unto a fallen star
Thou vert nestled i'll the bosom of heaven
and surrounded by nll the shining truths
OF natures God. The soft winds of sum-
mer kissed thy dewy checks, and all the
world looked up to thee and said, how
beautiful The gentle moon of peace
shadOwed thee beneath The luster of her
wing, and the sun of prosperity and iov
blessed thee with his smiles And vet
thou vert unsntisticd. Upon another world
thou didst look and sigh for change And
at last, when thy better nature slept, thou
dldst leap from the heaven of thy Dcacc
and love and purity down to the icy world
OF man: and buried thy splendor and thy
brightness beneath the chilling turf Of
loneliness and gloom. we know that.the
world about thee reverenced the splcndor
of thy soul, and made thee queen of an
icy realm, hut the love that was thy heav-
entity all was left far, far above thee,
and thou couIdSt only look Mp 10 it and
cry in vain, ''comc, oil come unto me-"
We know not how much of the :slast So
litoquy' was born from experience; butwc
do know that it is the language of heart
tlsat has left "ll its quiet peace and holy
love in the past, and clung to the icy
mount OF fame until the snowy heights
were reached, and the cold blasts of reality
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