Litchfield enquirer., 1861-11-28


 But, dressed in warm surtout and tippet warm, Takes but healthful chill to it's own form ;- The day paternal in it's tone and port, That brings profugal sons to pardon's court. Attend the cordial Genius of the Day, le that for fame or gold have fled away! Whate'er the triumph or the struggle were, Whate'er the wealth or rising glory there, Confess them dwindled if compared to home; To the bright spot of earth's shadows come l! There are the courtesies of bustling friends, The honor's crown they give for selfish ends There is the lately teeming field, and low Thy stalwart herds in scores upon it bow; There is the home of those who look to thee Tt sprouts themselves, as to the fruit-hung tree And there the paler che and thinner hand And looser hair, and waist with looser band Of her that gave her love in joy to thee, And gives in love the joy of destiny; Love that to thee is paid and never priced, | To God, on thee its altar sacrificed. But here the old brown hill-nay hoary moor, In grass decayed, less pastured than before The old messed well and well sweep in their Another nearer wears a newer face,- The same old trce-one dead beside it too, But stands no old companion dead by you? The herd and narrow flock drink here-a
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 Familiar when their eyes on strangers droop; Tie barn as twas of old remains if now 'Tis older, and more spacious sheds allow; Thrift, to no soil indigenous, hath here In crowning plenty met the toiling year. Here is the old red dwelling, rude but fair, It doth l.. rosiest sunshine ever wear; An atmosphere nor care nor love has given, It comes and dwells upon't, gift from Heaven. Though some have gone whose virtues may have won it,
 Whate'er keeps house, this ever plays upon it. The bosom of the infantile sweet girl,- That door-ways tendril was her infant curl! Flies full of welcome where your footsteps stay, As true to this as to tEe carly day; And in her soft infrlnity's warm chair, mothers bosom nestles welcome there. The hale old voice is gone, wIich absent leaves Silence void to filal love, that grieves, Proudly whatcer it's welcome might have been His representative is early seen, On whom the dcarcr of his house depend Who represents thy father is friend. Come, tis home again. Prepare the place. Hard by it stands and speaks thc Pilgrim race, Where deckcd in order neat, with tasteful show Of crimson, aisle and chair and pulpit glow,
 
 And bid the thoughts a,teul words that invite Prepare; tomorrow, when the constant sun Completes the round of annual duty done, And throws it's f:ckle beams, indifferent now, Whether they rise for barn work tEc plcw; Or if, in recognition of the scene, They cast i colUred gut 0 CT the green; The call to prayer will pierce the russet hills. Will shake the smokc-wrcaths on the silvery rils,
 Will thrill not move the flores of the trees, With last leaves fallen, lingering the breeze; Will warm each heart rt,-hast thou no heart to pray
 To wake it kindred to Thanksgiving Day. Then from the memory of earliest years, From infant pastime and from boylsh tears, From the youths fervor, from the young man s strife,
 From all the warfare and the peace of life, An offering swells, and if the house of prayer Jchovah's temple be, twill bring thee there. Pour out your notes, sweet minstrels sing and An! gla,lness is your office here to-day: l can remember, but do not pine, When with the fair and young as once twas
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 Let the full choral the gay fuge exceed; Let the soft anthem the new organ lead. Oh 'tis the harmony of hearts, the psalm Of youth exulting over ages calm, When touching Jesus garment in the hem, We feel the loud Hosanna full in them Ours are they now, but in ourselves they see The worshippers by them, themselves must be. And prayer coordinate with rule doth rise, The praise of earth that fills the upper skies ;- | country free and fair and fruitful, blessed With health and peace, and Heaven knows the With gospel worship blessed, with schools, with | light
 From the dark press in rays that hopes indite. For life preserved, for friends in peace restored, For the firm roof-tree and the bounteous board, For kindred bonds that kindred intertwine, For joys, with others joys that filled, combine And ill the swelling heart and startled sigh, Tell not our Fathers, not Gods servants die In theirs they live; in souls of kindred birth Whom He provides to cultivate their earth, l And would diffuse, lest other lands be drear But brings them for seed unmingled here; For those we praise whom God selected first, For all, for time to come their ways have nursed The song again, and then the sacred word: | No screed profane, political is heard, As if one might not give day to God Without the garnish of our days abroad; The doctrine clear, if we the text forget, He loves not God, that brothers loves not yet, Yet wise enough the Pastors study shines, With Eght that leaps from telegraphic lines; Affection spreads the country OCT like cream, To yield in genial waves a track for steam The desert and the wilderness must smile, So wanderers toll as exiles, pressed awhile: But blood is one, he said, and who shall say, It likes not home the best, and keeps to-day And who, if skill and patriot heart should try, Could stint the product of our native sky? And who, if life were given to live again, In land like this, but has the joys of ten? M lie told us what our land should be, and what " we owed to God for what it wanted not
 n, me toia us what our homes should be, and how he ihlno pest treasures rise before the blow Loves klndnesses; and how the faithful son Seeks TOT the fathers Heaven when life is done 'Tis feeting all, till in thy courts, o Lord. , The works of praise shall supersede the word And here again the chant of praises blends The aeeting dream of home protracted ends. Yet greet we first, that first for years are met Whom first we loved, and not the last forget 'Tis not the festal scene alone that calls; On forms that youth revered, the dimmed ey
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 On scenes that fancy in its early glow,
 Conceived the gentlest of the sphere below; The mild salute of age awakes the breast, Joyous, but in reverent tone expressed. The neighbors too! Can they the man prefer Why in the breast revives ambitions stir? Vho hnap ioc 10 al onH