The Union. [volume] (Georgetown, Del.) 1863-1866, 1863-11-13
their banks, happy with ships and toll to
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their banks, happy with ships and toll to
pass away the hours Of life.
In more congenal climes, regions equa-
torial, where eternal summer reigns, she
spreads profuse her bounteous good. Man
own her here, and meath the spreading
palm or orange grove, he lives in sweet
communion at his ease.
But not only his friend in this, is she:
"To him, who in the love of Nature holds
c,:-munion with her visible forms, she speaks
A VARIOUS lans~-o
When man is gay, let him g. '0i :" NV ~
the open air, and if he sing, the muniinel
ing gale will bear his notes along, and the
wild bird will mingle its notes with his.
Or if he laugh, or call aloud, light hearted
echo cries to him. The sunlight will fall
kindly on his form, and stream, and bird,
and tree, and gale, and bee, will bear him
company.
Or if the animated hours drag wearily
on, and melancholy sorrow be preying
on his soul, and the lone midnight finds
him pouring his wild grief all unseen by
mortal eyes, and the bright morn finds him
worn with watching and haggard with
woe, let him go forth where Nature sym
pathetic waits, longing to receive him. 1t
it be sorrow for the unreturning dead, let
him where walls the cypress, stand, and
list to Natures mornful voice: "The mil
lions of the earth, the vain and the haugty,
the humble and the low, kings and pea
SAINTS are gathered in the tomb. Their
dust commingles, and the grave makes one
of all. The willow bends low, over the
beautiful and the brave, and the vino
moans sad dirges over the noble dead. The
wild storm tolls their requiems, and the
great clouds, and the sorrowing living weeI
e'er the turf that wraps their sacred clay
But tbs better So The world is treache
rous and cold, but heaven is true and warm
None shall feel sorrow there"
Even as the last words murmur in hi
ears, he is resigned.
Or in ambition weep DER his fading
dreams, let him treat the ruins Of the past
Let him lift the pail that Nature ha
thrown pityingly around the things Of old
The castles OF the former kings of the eartl
are falling to decay; through battered
walls, and shattered cornice, the wind
howl mockingly when the storm-king i
abroad The boding owl croaks in tn
banquet room, and the bats wheel thei
wild flights in the deserted halls. The dea
ivy rattles and restles with an ominou
sound against the walls, and white ghosts
blood stained and solemn, ana gliding fron
; room to room. The frghtful wolf ha
made his home in the tomb, where thei
dust and white bones are heaped. Env
can find no heart to wish for these !-th
things that come after. : And when Natur
points to these, and speaks Of the doom {
those, who made them such,-ambnio
shrinks fearfully back ;--contentt to pod a
humber path.
And when the years of life like dreal
are flown, and man bowed with ag'
stricken with cares, and hoping for faire
existence in the skies, has approached tn
valley and shadow of death, very gentl
does Nature, his last true friend, bend OF
him; and when his last sad breath is o'e
she closes those eyes, never to gaze 9
earth again, and lays his form at rest in tt
burying ground Of his fathers.
e Thus from the cradle to the grave, 81
b is the one true friend above all other
n Ever constant, ever true, she goes rigl
l. on. And, till the judgement fires shs
e kindle in her groves, second to none b.
d God, will she be our friend.
e Milton, Del, November 1868.