The Tiffin weekly tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1859-1868, 1862-05-09
TiffIn at'rrklr Tribuur.
Thr sprung Time.

NND ClfNHMR ahtaaNe
Tho following beautiful passage occurs
"a a sermon recently preached by Rev
Henry Ward Bcechcr:
There Is something even more touch
ing than this. II is The fight Of birds
An summer uioy have filled the woods
They sing from the trees. They ris,
from the thickcis and weod-muilled fen
crs, us in our wandorings we scale them
They sirg in the oir. They wake u.
with their mathis. They chant vesper'
with with glorious discordunco Of sweet
melody. They flit across the lawn, rise
aud fall on the swinging twig, Or rock tc
the wind on their nrial perch.
But after August they become mute
and IN October days they begin 70 rccede
ifvm the dwelling. No more twittcring
wrensj no more oiruing swallows, no
more gfotcsque boboinks; no more larksi
singing ~ ii they were heart broken.
They begin now to come ~ troops IN III,
distant field. Al sunset the pasture Is
hull OF ffocks OF hundreds and thousands.
At morning they are gone. And every
day brings ITS fcath ~ caravan. Every
day they pass on.
Long Aocks of fowl silently move far
up against tho sky, aud always going
away lrom tho North. Az evening the
weary suing OF water-iowls, flying low
and wistlui Of rome pond for rect aud
food, Ill the air with hoarso t-umpcling
and clangor. They are going; the lusi
are going Winter is behind them; SUM
Nor is before them; ard we are left The
stsln is btrtn. Light is short, dark
ness is long. Flowers nre sunken To rest.
The birds have flown away. Winter
wiuttr, winter IL upou tle curihl
At last come the d., oub5r i u. TIL
shortest is reached. Then lew d "
sloEd ak Then the solar b,azo creep
forN ard a minute n the evening. A lit
tie more; again more, I'LL half hours ring
around the horizon--tili hours are strung
upon the iys-t'll thl earth comes back
--tll ponds unlock themselves. The
forests grow purpl -.wiggcd. The tr'.i
winds gl aud rage. March blustcrs
Gnl smilvs by turns giant that now ia
,ross and NOW kind The calves begin
to conn. Lambs hlcnt The warm hills
tre plowed. At las; the nights are with
out frost.
At longth we wake, some uncxpcct Il
mornng, aud the bur bird's call is IN the
tree. We throw up the sash. The sun
lirs flush Oh all the Landscape. There is
smilc of sol. aud loaf IL the air. Tho
poplar buds are fragrant ps balm. The
ale is warm and moist. The birds nrc
surely here; they answer each other; the
sparrow, the b.ue-brd, tho robin, and,
afr uil, on the cdgcs of the swamp, thc
horsh, twanging notes OF tho hlackbiri,
II is spring, II Is the timo OF The singing
ct the birdsl Nobody furgcts the wild
thrill Of the heart al tue first sound OF
birls in the sp. n.
Oh, with what sense Of emancipation
DO We hear the birds sing again! God
sends his choir 20 sing Over night aud
death ior us. Winter, that buried all, II
herself put awny. Dtath Is swallowed
up in victory, aud nature chants the re-
qui,m Of the pas, aud The joy Of tho lu.
turc. Now, days shall grow longer and
wirmrr Now industry shall move frc, =
ly. Now, il0wcrs shaft come up; sccd
shall Ice suwn. Doors aud windows shall
staud open all day long. Around the ba n
the hens shall cacklc and crow. Chill
dtcn shout. Spring has come; aud all
things r ioicc al their release. NJ more
inhospitablc snow; no more blight cold.
Allis promise. Men ~ forth with ed
and r, ois aud sclons. Tho orchard, aud
garden, aud iicld, are full OF lite!
"Th, winter is past, the ram is over
aud gone; tie flowers appear on thu
earth; the time of the singing Of birds is
come, aud the voice of the turtle is heard
in our land"
Is this, now, nero ornamental pass
Rgc of scripmrel Scripture has no pass
ugs that are mere orunments. Things
ornamental there are ia il, but thcy car
ry marrow and meat Unlike all other
literature, Scripture never merely doco-
rites. lllhere is u figure, Il is always
iuf some erraud ofmO. al meaning. There
is no seription Ior descriptions sake,
There 10 no poetry lor mere WthcticaI
pleasure, Tnore il always profit withaL
Nature, then, teaches that To every sea-
SOU OF trouble aud overthrow, lhcr,
comes resurrection. In the deepest Jan.
uary of TIE year there Is a nerve that runs
forward 20 June. Llo is never cNtin'
guishcd. That which seems TO be death
reaches forward and touches that which
is vital,