The Grand Haven news. [volume] (Grand Haven, Mich.) 1858-18??, 1861-06-12
HOME GLIMPsEs.
BY MARY T. BEERS.

"Home is the sphere of harmony and peace,
The spot where angels find a resting place
When, bearing blessings, they descend to earth. :
"Home" How much of meaning that
little word eneompasseth !! How it speak:
to the heart of the careworn traveller who
is nearing the haven of home. How il
animates the emigrant and gold digger
while toiling TO secure Home for The
precious ones they have left behind
How it chases the tear-drop down The
cheek of the school girl, as, perchance
she is bending over her task, and mum,
bering the days and weeks that must in
tervene ere she can be permitted TO visit
that loved retreat. How it kindles tho
eye Of the christian, as she sees with al
eye of faith that blessed Home, prepared
for the children of God.
1t is indeed a blessed word, and bring,
to the mind volumes, which were long
since engraven on the tablet of memory
never to be erased.
'Tis home where'er the heart is,
Where'er the loved ones dwell;-
where our loved ones are, there, then, are
our homes. Some of us perhaps have nc
loved ones-have we then no homes p
Yes, we all had loved ones once, and VIC
have them still though we, may not sec
and hear them now. Their voices may
be hushed and their hearts have ceased
to beat; bat they live as effectually now
as then-they live to beckon us on, thei
gently spoken procepts in by-gone years
comes to soothe the troubled spirit--tC
incite higher, nobler aspirations, and lead
US to that home made happy by the pres
ence of angles.
Our childhoods home often looms be
fore our mental vision, though we may be
far out on the swelling tide of prosperity
or in stern conflict with the storms Of ad
versity; still, its benign influence is ever
with us-we find sincere pleasure in trac,
ing that joyous care-free period, up TO tho
time when We left it---some of us to battle
with the world, some from motives of am.
bition, some in the vain pursuit of pleas
ure, and many of us TO fill that niche al
another fireside, which our mothers SC
worthily fillel at ours.
After many years we visit the old home
stead. All is as VIC left it outside, only
the marks Of decay are plainly visible
teaching us that time, too, has been busy
in our absence There stands the house
the trees, the shrubbery, the well, anC
the gate, with the sell-same click to The
latchet. ,ta
There, leaning gracefully near the gar
den fence, stands the peach tree whicl
years agone we saw planted by q loved
parept's hand. Well dow remember The
remark he made while performing The
pleasing task: "I may never live to par
take of its fruit" said he, "but Others
will" All, prophetic words When tht
autumn leaves were falling he passeC
away, and though in the coming spring
time the blossoms filed the air with fra
GRANGE, he needed it not--his spirit wa
far beyond
"That stream whose narrow tide,
Tho known and unknown world divide"
solving the hidden mysteries of eternity
We walk along the garden path and not
with a sigh the neglected grape vine, n
we think Of tho tempting clusters an
careful training Of other days.
Soon we reach the little brooklet, who's
sweet murmurs oft awakened melody j
our childish heart. There it is, sparklin
and dancing along at our feet rs merri
as of yore, breathing the same glad we
come. Oh, what change has bee
wrought Strangers now fill the ,acau
places-we look in vain for the dear, fG
miliar faces. Where now beams the fac
of that self-sacrifcing mother, who toile
so long and patiently for the good of thos
committed TO her care? Ah, where
she now? gone, gone Homel Where to
are tho brothers and sisters! All sea
tered T! They fled from the parent ne'
long ago, and are yet engaged in the
life work.
We feel that It's home no longer, fC
they have all gone who once made
home; and with sigh of regret we tur
away. We go forth into the world agai
with subdued hearts and clearer views
human life. But Notwithstanding "
have seen aud felt the sad changes IN OF
home, still the imagination will ever d