The Cadiz Democratic sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1854-1864, 1862-09-03
Limited Vision.

what thoughtful person Is tnereI VINO, IN
investigating even the simplest subject, has
not soon come upon those inevitable barriers
thus far shalt thou go, and no tarther'-
which continually hedge about the mysteries
Of life aud nature? Astronomers tell us
wonderful stories of the heavens, but as we
walk in this calm Autumn sunlight, we
think: What do we know, after all, of this
greater light that rules the day" In the
fist place, this--one OF our nearest neighbors
| lis min ETY. five millions Of miles from us-A
distance easily expressed, and it may be. a
mere Sabbath days journey for an angel,
but how almost incomprehensible to ISL
| Yet over this tremendous chasmsleaps the
wonderful light and heat, and we cannot
look upon our benefactor with unshaded
eyes. Who can tell Us the substance OF this
wonderful body? 1t often seems that it
must be some sublime confagration, whose
heat and briliiance reach US over this infinite
| space, but th2re is never any diminution 10
the robe Of fame, and each morning, with
unabated glory, the sun comes forth as a
bridegroom from his chamber, and rejoceth
as strong man 10 run his race.
| Again, under the midnight sky, we con-
slider the heavens-the moon aud the stars
which He hath ordained. We. look at the
luminous Via Lactea-that proud highway,
paved with golden suns; we see Orion and
the Pleiades, the whole heavens sprinkled
with the dust Of worlds and feel oppressed
with their lathomless mysteries of their
being. What countless hosts! and yet, He
calleth them all by their names. Glow
often have we reverenty wondered what
those names might be) But, zoe, what do
we knowY We cannot understand even q
ny nor flower, though our daring, amb-
tious repeatedly bafaed-are con
tinuallY returning to the struggle.
| at times, with excited and throbing hearts
we feel that we are just upon the threshold
OF some sublime revelation. A little more
light-the rending OF some impalpable veil,
and we should with reverent joy answer the
question Of the great poet, Job: Hast thou
heard the secret Of God? We seem on the
verge of recovering some lost faculty, which,
perhaps,our first parents forfeited in Paradise
Some wonderful siGth sense, mole precious,
more marvellous than sight.
We pluck flower from the meanest little
waysde weed, and find it finished with such
an exquisite skill'and perfection, that it al
most pains Us to examine; and while we
wonder and admire, we have vague feeling
that we do not understand it, and enjoy it as
we should.
A friend related to me an incident, few
weeks ago, which interested me, and will
explain my meaning. Said he, Il was sit
ting, one day, quietly reading my paper,
when the old family puss came scrambling
up on the arm of the chair Settling herself
demurely, she fixed her eyes upon the page,
and was soon apparently as absorbed as
myself looked at her with a strange
feeling Of pity. What an immense gulf be
tween US! While read OF the thoughts
and feelings that were swaying the world;
read the impassisned words Of poets and
orators; read Of festivities and tumults; oi
prosperity and war, and felt the pulses OF the
grand nation, pussy's grave eyes saw con.
fusion Of white and black-unmeaning hyer-
oglyphics-n which there was not titbe
OF the interest attached to sven the tail of q
mouse
Poor puss! And yet, IS pitied her, the
thought came. And what do zoe know
We look at a tree, and think we see Tits
massive limbs; lit graceful sprays Of foliage;
its wealth Of fresh greenness; but is this all!
How do we know what an angel may see in
a tree?
All! we that are in this tabernacle do groan,
being burdeued, but what do we not hope
ior, when death shall loose the chains?
o, children Of tho light Q, happy eyes,
so long used to looking through glass
darkly,' who shall estimate the wonders and
delights Of your clearer vsion?- Congrega-
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