Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1863-07-09
Written for the Newsdealer.
I DIDN'T THINK.

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fell on its ear. II didn't think" and
the eyes were full of tears, and the merry
play ceased till words of forgivness were
spoken. Then back came smiles to the
face, for moment saddened, and the look
of sorrow passed away as clouds before
the morning sunshine.
And the mother as she watched her
child and noticed the winning earnestncss
on its fair face, didn't think that in the
far away. unseen future, he would turn
coldly away from that lore which is purer
and stronger than any other earthly love
"a mothers-to become wild and way
ward and to delight in sinful things.
Tie young, to whom earth is ever bright
and sunny, and life so DEAR don't think
what little way lies between them and
the darksome grave. The glad laugh and
the merry song 60 on. Though constant
ly warned of the frailty and uncertainty
of life. they delay to prepare for death.
Jesus stands and knocks at the door
of their hearts, and though they will not
listen to Him, "He weeps and loves them
STILL" and pleads yet and again, "give me
thine heart"
But the last moment comes, and they
didn't think. They didn't hear the rustic
of the ath-angel's wing as he passed in
his tireless fight to mark them for his
victims.
Kind and loving friends, with low foot
falls and hushed voices, fold the hands
on the pulseless breast, and to rob death
Of its dreariness, wreathc about them the
running myrtle and the softly tinted rose
then give them up to their last slumber.
Earth unveils her bosom and takes to
her trust a new treasure. The sunshine
comes down through the tall trees, falling
on their graves likerays of glory from
the realms above. The low, green grass
waves above them, and earth is jnst as
fair and bright as when they wandered
over it, forgetful that being mortal, they
must fade and pass away as fragile fow-
, ers.
II didn't think, in my happy youth, y
said timcworn old man, "what a strange
blending of Joy and sorrow, this shadow
which we call life, was. 1t seemed like a
sea, wide and calm, over which | might
guide my life-b bark without danger; so
looked afar down the future and fearlessly
launched out on the seemingly tranquil
sea. There sprang up and blossomed in
my heart sweet flowers of love and hope
and impeicd by kindly winds my boat
with is precious freight Aoated on toward
the harbor of rest Life seemed so very
bright didn't think what stricken ones
told me of its changefullness could be
true. But alas a cloud swept across the
sky, hurling swift thunderbolts, and
growing in angry tones; the waters grew
dark and troubled, the waves beat against
me and the wailing winds swept by. But
thanks be to God, Jesus of Nazareth wa'
: there, and could say peace--be still
"Now old and infrul, my boat is pass
ing rapidly off the sea of life to Eternity
. On the other shore III wait and watcf
' to catch glimpse Of other sails home
ward hound, and as the prosperous gall
watts them through the sivery tide, II
know each loved form, for then we shal
sec face to face"
II didn't think" A simple phrase
vet how full of meaning. Is there one
among the many whose home is earth
= who reyel in all its beauties, dwelling il
its sun and shade, inhaling the fragranc
of its flowers, listening to the glad musi
, of its songsters, receiving innumerabl
blessings from the Father of mercies, VIII
has not and does not say hourly and dai
ly. IL didn't think ~ There is scarccl.
? one. No; we don't think how fearful.
true are the words we utter i'll our care
lessness.
johnson, June 27.
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