Daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1859-1865, 1861-05-09
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TWILIGHT.
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The sun has gone over the hills again
the bright and cheering sun that same 10
us in NIL bis splendid beauty ut early morn:
md now. on the bosom of the bIushirg SKY
only, may 10 seen tue traces of his golden
lips.
Bnt he will co:ue back aguin-will come
back, sTfayed in all4tEte dazzling splcndur
Of his resurrection joy, and IiIe the clouds
of heaven 10 his Gilded churiot OF bcam;ug
Geauiy. So you do not weep wliea the lat
gieam of his departed glory dies out in tac
West, but you turn to your own heart, and
wonder if nl-lhe sMcet hopes of the mora
ing, that came TO you with the sun, and
went away with him 10 sis nightly grave,
will ever retura. Ali yOur soul trembles
at the thought!
And yet yOp sometimes tLiuk thar, If the
world were not go full Of cares, trials and
grief it wonId not be half so dear to the
humau heart. And that is true. For the
nights of woe that come TO all souls. soon
er 0r later, are like the nights that follow
the summer days-so full of silence and
thought and remembraures, that VIZ come
out into the new morning of our existence
With better aud truer aud Drawer impulses
than we ever knew before
And SO sitting in the sacred chamber Of
your sad heart, you feel that all. the trials
and anxietirs Of liio are the puriierS OF
our existence. You feel that Cod is with
us in all the varied lives we lead. That
sunshine and darkness. joy and woe, smiles
and tears, births and deaths are all blend.
ed together in the anthem nf life-blended
most harmoniously by 0as who never
makes discord.
Aud 90 yonr heart tells You to he patient,
20 wait and trsst and hope. The SIM thnt
has lefe you will not more surely rise on
tha morrow than will your soul awake
with the coming day, 10 the realities of =
life made Older indeed by one night of true
and earnest Thought. You will see and
feel that you IRE not thing of to-day. but
human harp strung with tho cords of
eternity by the hand Of God and to be
played upon by the Angels of truth and
not by the fingers of men. Remember that
your music must float away to the dim and
distant hereafter, and blend with the har-
monies of the Masters choir.
And so you are glad that you are patient
aud full of hope and faith. Fill your soul
with sweet dreams of all that is beautiful
and inspiring. Do not let the world in its
blindness mock you to shame, but lift
yourself so far above the common crowd,
that in Jour glorious flights you may look
down in pity on the soulless souls that can
not comprehend the thrilling dreams that
fill your life With thrilling visions OF an-
other land where the soul will never tire
and never rest
Aud so you arc glad that you are patient
add full of hope. Because this day was
30 beautiful, will you only pray for another
like it2 If tomorrow DE cold and gloomy
and rainy, will you weep and lament it2-
Oh! no. But you will fill your heart
full of S1reet memories instead of bitter I
ones, and carry the sunshine of this day
into the darkness md gloom of the next
And now you reach out your arms To
embrace the soft and soothing twilight
the calm anu gentle spirit of the dead day.
How calmly she looks on you with her
starry eyes, so tender and 50 bright; and (
how she seems to wrap you in the misty
folds Of her bosom. All, holy and blesscd
and cherished hOuri How your heart
opens its most sacred chambers Mt her !
coming; aud how you turn away from the
memory of the glowing sun to tile calm ),
and misty moments of this beloved hour.
You look ont into the dim distance OF
the frcsheniug stars, and your soul floats
away upon the twilight air To The sweet
accented gardens of tho past. Hearts aud
faces that you have parted from come back
to you again, in your silent wHnderings,
and you feel their kisses on your lips as in
other days, and twine your arms about
their necks and hear the benting of their
hearts against your own.
The grave gives up its dead, and dear
father or beloved sister or worshiped moth
er come to you in all their old and cher
ishcd love, until you drop your head upon
your hands, and in all the trembling full
ness of a grateful heart bless your God for
this twilight hour, in which you see tue
past with all its dearest memories, and
look through the dim and shndowy future
into that glorious day that will need no
sun nor know any night" for the Lamb
Is the light thereof"
Jxo. D. NJ. GAIA.