The Highland weekly news. [volume] (Hillsborough [Hillsboro], Highland County, Ohio) 1853-1886, 1862-07-10

together wed,
Der my native land passing, with heavy, crushing
tread,
And my suddencd spirit Questioned" we know the
reason Why
Shall we know the ,nournful meaning Of thcs. ,od
things by aud by1"
Round my brow with thought so clouded. gentle winds
were softly blowing,
Near my window sweet birds sinEnE-in the West the
sunset glowing,
And worn with anxious musing fell In slumber icep
Dreams that haunted me while waking haunting still
my soul In sleep.
Wandering up and down lifes pathway, st passing to
and fro,
From the land Of the gloomy Present to tho land of
"Long Ago"
Two distinct and wondrous Angels met in my evening
dream,
with face Of Joy triumphant, mournul did the other
seem.
My heart beat high when the Angel In robes Of es,en
ing whito
Came near In his wondrous beauty in his majesty and
might
And wondered why he fingered In this dark and dreary
land,
With that glorious brow Of victory and that PALM
But before the joyous Angel passed the one with head
bowed down
On his form the robes Of mourning on his brow cv
press crown;
And.my fearful spirit quosione "what can hi, mission
be?
What means his mournul coming to our weak human
itya'
/ he'd his reztIo fuots
Lay crushed and crumbled into dust at the sad ANGELS
Wherecr he went, from thence the light Of Joy and glad
ness fed.
And hearts bowed down with sorrow walled oet their
precious dead.
II" was where the wife wns mourning for him who came
no more;
Where the maiden for her lover wcpt whose dream Of
life was Ger;
Where for the last time mothers looked on tiry forms
grown cold
Who called by tho Heavenly shepherd homo N
His shining fold.
Whereer a soul in anguish cried ont In stricken tones,
Whereer from lips oiuferng CAME puintive sghs and
moaus;
whoreer the worlds pale mourners wept DER faded
dreams once fair.
That sorrowfuI, sad Angel with the cypress crown was
there
Iheard;
To the sound Of martial music my soul was deeply
stirred -
Alas the old-tmc struggle hcrcey once more arose.
Between the hosts Of Liberty and Libertys stern foes
looked and great armies haste to the battlefield
Brave arms for Right and Freedom the warriors sword
did WELD;
There were thrilling shouts. With the war.drums beat
Hrusllhe to and fro
The ratling crash of uskery aud the life -blood ebb.
ing dow.
Wild grew the din Of conflict and fierce the deadly strife
Rod with blood the field Of Iattefearl the waste of
lifei
And manly forms In deaths last sleep lay low and STILL
and cold
Lost to the forever that would f,n around them
fold.
Far away diu eyes weeping for loved ones in that
tbronG,
Whose death would mar the music Of many sweet life.
song;
Fond hearts would hroh 10 anguish fond eyes look all
In vain
For the forms OF strength and beauty that lay strewn
among the sINiu.
One youthful brow was resting on a weary, trembling
hand,
Aud the yonths dark eyes with longing gaze turned
toward the 'sunset. .Landj"
Before him lay his Bible, and mothers lock Of har
Was fondy pressed to bis sagsr ps with HES last dy.
ing prayer
Other brows cold and dswy-sadderstil soma wall
ing tonos-
Other hearts fast growing ehly-faintsr still somo
Piteous moans-
Aud my soul cried ont in anguish DER the wreck Of
bright and fair
And looked and 10 the Angel with the cypress crown
was therel
"oh p cried, "thou mourning Angolp'--m the truth
flashed on my soul.
"'Tis my native land thourt treadng-is thy mission
this sad goal
Shall these dark and bloody battles blot out any wrong
orsinl-
Shall Justice, Truth, and Liberty. any new victories
wn1
shall great but troubled Nation in peace arise at
length
Put brighter robes Of Freedom Of grandeur aud Of
stfengthl
Shall we know the mourUful meaning of these sad
thingsb by aud by
Shall know in tbO misty Future tho solemn reason
why3"
Said the sal, but bsautsouS Angel. zone who eomstb
after me
Shall answer to thy questioning-te thee why these
| things must be;
1 go-my missions endsd"-snd he vanished from the
1 land
Then came the joyous Angel with the palm branch In
| his hRndl
There verc song. and shouts Of victory wherosr his
glad feet trodi
Voices Of wild thanksgiving went up to the throne Of
| Godi
waryears Of dark o9prouslOn-In one wide grave went
| down
Holy Justice glorious Freedom, wore again tho victor.
|
"ris Gods viii" said tAe Joyous Ahes chat the biz
/ tar wrong Of Vaara