Union County star and Lewisburg chronicle. [volume] (Lewisburg, Pa.) 1859-1864, 1862-09-02

-Aii's Nhl'al "a E'iiN.a''AsH AhAs 81 ~ NA'''4
Breaks on; into thousand flowers;
This floral queen, in it, blooming seen,
Is the pride of the tropical bowers
But the plant to the flower Is a sacrifice,
For it blooms but once, and, III blooming,
H.
Have You further heard oi TINS Aloe plant
Away in the sunny cline,
How every one - its thousand flowers,
A. they drop in the blooming time,
Is an infant plant, that iastcns ITS roots
In the ? lace where II falls on the ground,
And fast as they drop from the dying stem
Grow lively and lovely around,
BY dying, it liveth, Thousand fold,
In the young that spring from the death of
the old.
IN Tbc ,r,L.' GimoI 81 Rabr
TIL, Iiras in tba tfrir,n solituIes
", VI. .ba b;rjs that live loncIy are
U,re yor bo,rJ how il Iovrs il, tender
,onn.,
And c,r.. and toll, for their GOOD ?
T. - tlo,,, ,r,+er from, f,,,t,ips af,r
All tsLas tho se,s far tbair fond.
r, f,n,;~o :, fesJetb tbon, l,rb,t love c,D
d.,.;ss =
The blo5j Of It's bosom. and feeding them
".
Have YOU heard the tale they tell Of the
Swan.
The snow-whitc bird of the lake?
1t noiseles-ly floats on the sllyery wave,
II silently sits in the brake;
For it saves its song till the end Of life,
And then. in the still, soft even.
Mid the golden light Of the setting sun,
|: sings as it scars into heaven.
And the blessed notes fail back from the
skies
It's its on 5 song, for IN singing II dies.
Have vou heard the tale of the Ei.ht;n-
Tba E;rd which tba noets nraise9 ?
Not for its beauty of piuma-e or form.
But alone for It's sweet pcnsiye laws.
Tn the shsdv dee, Of the hedrc il Sits.
And i mute whist the sun is BRIGHT.
But wa.hles lis soft and mclodious laws
Tbro' the lone Silly watches of night. (
In the ratient hour, of the sober day
IL s,uaies the ioy Of its nightly Law
e-.,,-,,rl r.b;-.,L,.t;-l
How it learned to ,ing those pensive songs
Which sound Ike the wall Of woes?
Whilst ], danced in the helye in the early
hour.
II n;srced It's breast with thorn
Then il silently uursed it. pain thro' the
day.
But walled thro' the nicht for the morn.
Jrs ;,r brought woe It's woe brought a song,
For the main of the heart ciyeth grace 10
the tongue.
You have heard these tales. Shall tell
You one,
\ greater and better than all
Have you heard OF Him whom the heavens
adore,
Before whom the hosts OF them fall
How lie left the choirs ami anthems above,
For earth IN It's waiiinSS and woes,
10 suffer the shame and the pam OF the
Cross,
And die for the life OF His foes
Q, Prince Of the noble q, sufferer divine.
What sorrow and sacrifice equal to thine!
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u,re Won hoard dis t,Ie-.ba he's, Of
IL, IN
IT, 5;os brt U;s Ef, n ',,, rr,aii son,.
IT, ON IN tho ,r,~lJ onow
1.;s sced nrav,;l. anJ i film tho e,r,b
A. tho st,rs flI rho sIios abore.
H., 81. =. p, ,.;oId -, H. I.,.o of I;c,
Far iba sale II tbs RI. Of I,ye
U;s ds,tb i onr Efs His loss !. orr e,.in
Tn. io,. f,r tho ta,r tho re,ea f,,r tb,. ,,,;r
Have vou heard the tales that are echoes
Of this
The tales Holy Church loves TO tell
How the Martyrs blood, as the seed OF the
church,
Yielded harvests Of saints where it fell?
Like the Roses Of Zillsh, that grew from