The Union and journal. [volume] (Biddeford, Me.) 1858-1882, 1861-01-11
WisAaneons.
GOING IN THE MORNING.
III u Y. TAYLOR

"Take the bright sea shell
From its hons on the lea,
And wherever Il goes
II will sing Of the sea-
So take the fond heart
From It's home and its hearth,
It viii sing Of the loved
To the end of the earth"
, The world has slipped its cable aud is all
var;ft, and man, who used TO be very much
like sp;der, has become altogether ny. lie
has ceased 10 spin the thread OF love, along
vhiot he lived, back 10 the green leaf or the
TTSerea branch he hallOwed into home, and
aoats here ami there, upon the bosom OF the
nj, His beartdSells in tents like the Arabs,
and his memory goes gypsying into all the
ra.t With the timid wild flower to-day,
IN. herald bee behind him tomorrow, and
the sun .b!aIing" the way before, he carries
his affections in his knaisack, and his senti-
ments, like his sighs, so down with his din
ner. A..
their fathers had planted, and roofs were
,o~y and old. Once they could say, over
mi. threshold I crept in infancy. and ON that
gate swung away the holidays. In this
room I WAS born, and in that q brother grew
weary and slept. II was through this win
dow, with its little green panes, the glorious
tints Of morning used 10 gladden. my eyes,
and there the shadows lay at noon. And in
that possession Of common past there Is a
memory that we share with the loved-a
partncTship Of the heart that IS never silent,
never dissoiyed-a sentiment that gives to
eva" and "ours" bright and warm signif-
,,nce- bright and warm aud welcome, even
as the sun OF a sweet morning IN May.
And he who thus sits in chair mother
Ia. made sacred, or father reyered; who
h.,r. the shr,ll bell Of the old-iashioned clock
tbat st-uek one on clearstarry morning Tor
him. Il invested with dignity that pertains
mot Ia dvellers in mansions Of marble. The
.a,,. st.rs shine over his head, "the star in
,bs rast" that .stood over" the cradle-the
hs,,onomv of childhood Is not dimmed nor
the hin, tsnts nlded forever from sight. The
dipper .et with the undiGa owelry OF
Heaven. pours out the dews Unchanged over
the pasturc; the summers sun rises hard by
the Maple, and kindles the Elm where u sets'
we look for the moon at the full just where
we did then. the evening star anchors close
over the woods of the great neutral ground
twiIt Heaven and Earth; and the star that
shone down in the Spring. is shining there
still. We can conceive with what pain
fui heart-throb the wandercr, as the Prov
parts strange seas, looks up from tho rock
ing deck upon an unknown sky; where the
dear old ..heayens are rolled together as a
scroll" and above him the southern crOss is
lifted in holy sign by hand he cannot see.
What 10 him are the rich diamonds Of God
flashing in cloudlcss radiance down the trOpiC
NIGHT. when he thinks OF the home stan
rlimmering among the elonds that sastalnec
his infancy, What to him are tho unfold
ing banners Of IN equinoctial night, when b
remembers the moon that ripcned his father
corn. ana bleachcd the linen from his mother
little whecl-that busy wheel with its dron
ing music ,chording with the hum of sumae
bee. how IL falls upon his ear through ih
wash Of waves, and the accents Of the sempes
from the deck.
This going back along the line OF year. :
An unchanged home, ~ to keep oneself an 10
terer. to 30 sure Of ones identity, to hnd th
fo1ntain Of immortal youth. An! that drae
gipg Of anchors In this rough world; tha