The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1862-05-01
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I would picture to you Temple, one 0
Isurpassing loneliness with lofty corridors an(
brilliant domes, its gorgeous walls are hung
with radiant penciliings of magic pens, ant
barps inviting melodious touch that soft vi
Ibrations may inspire the air. In one weir'
room are seen the pale, pale chalices wher
bitter tears almost oe'rtlow and signs that ecb'
from the deepest recesses of the heart are ther
that ever give dark, deep shade of gloom t.
that room. This is 2 sanctuary too sacred fo
a careless eye and memory holds the key. We
tread these aisles with lips compressed, sn(
! tiptoe glide. fearing to wake some Silly dream
ing child, each busy in its turn.
| Here is the chamber where lcjt and msrh
abide, the walls are hung with comic scenes,
the tapestry are smiles. Sheridan Hood and
Jerold in portrature are there. while comic
songs and humble jests make golden, stormy
hours.
T,oo windows only, grace the fairy fame, yet
this whole household in their turn come peep
ing out to gaze upon the glorious Universe.
Those last to Laugh at care, others to frown.
Hope has "lease for life" and cheers the in
mates with her gentle trustful words. she
steals into the room of grief, holding the signet
Of heraldry, the anchor, and points her to no.
Her, fairer realm; none bar their doors against
the lovely child, but all invite her cheering
presence there. Pale cacy has title deed, :"
next door 20 dim diStru5t and hand in hand
walk unlimited round, whispering ungenerous
words to open ears, creating discord in here
tofore contentei minds. Thus, this temple like
a rose is not without its thorns.
Ipeered in orders room, but all was so pre-
else, so neat so trim, dared not enter lest my
thoughtlsss hand might disarrange some object
OF her care, or needless foot might leave its
trace, as I'd just turned away from the damp
silent chamber of dispair where wild unrest is
traced in words too plain to be misunderstood.
Care is her constant guest if she allows a heart
beside her own to throb within her dwelling.
Grief sings a melancholy serenade outside her
door, but Hopes sweet voice is silenced if she
dares to sing. 'Tis thus the hours of dark des-
pair are past, in sad repining tears she calls
for death to sunder the cold chain that binds
her to the earth. While Happ mess hangs
rsinbows round her bed, and trains the modest
flowers around her door, praises the plumage
Of her pretty birds and tunes her harp to soft
and tender notes; gives smiles to ali and turns
to smooth the rough and rugged paths that
Care S feet press. Pride has spacious, costly
hall adorned with radiant pearls. while golden
images bedeck the velvet floor, the richest
diamonds sparkle on her brow, the fairest Wis
ions float before her eyes, her smile less lovely
than Ter opal crown and seldom seen Few
dare to cross her threshold for her queenly air
forbids approach Next door is Charity, kind
er brow or warmer heart ne'er cast CLEAN of
sunshine on the earth. From hall to hall that
lightest step is heard from heart to heart that
generous name is breathed Anticipation with
a watchful eye IS half on tiptoe and expectancy,
and Lore lends glory to the darkest hours. |
Faith is ever pointing 10 the ether sky and |
tells US
"Darkuess shall be turned to day"
This busy Temple is the Human Soul, its
Tenants, Thoughts
IRINE IRyENG.
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