The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1863-07-14
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II esch ssts fgr yoa and ne.
May as thus ful6lj aaF rsisseu.
Ere tbe preslsas mQmenis aee,
Ana psaih's Angel wiih lns pinloa,
Wings ~ % 0biyian ' seA.
Z All unrippled, Is The ocean.
ST cue m8ment az yoa view,
Aud distinct Is slsh expression,
Nhieh 4 mirrors baes 10 you.
Sow 3 gentle breeze sweeps Ger il,
and the riprles come and 81;
low they grace its sparkling surface,
Making music, as they Gov.
But the stsfn above has gathered,
Aud the breeles stronger groRn,
AoN the music Of The ripples
/ Change 20 the willows roau.
See ihe faaming cloudsapt surges,
Dash along With deafeuiug roar;
Then with wild, impeluous fury,
Swell aud burs, upon the shore.
Thoughts sublime, aud aWc-inspiring,
/ fiii cur inner beings quite;
I While pe new the sarging ocean
I Which is natures grandest sight.
Billow, heapcl on surgif & billow,
TIL they mountain high are piled,
4 Then the roaring and the clashing,
As they fall With meanings wild.
And the doleful sounds they utter,
4 Fall upon the listening ear,
Like the walls Of dying seamen,
\ Far away FROM home 80 dear.
Just such moaning just such wailing.
When griel's bili0ws DER il roll,
Hear We OF ID sadness bursting,
I Prom the eayerns Of the soul
( And the gashings 81 IFS wailing,
Z Are more sad, aud more sublime
Than the dashjng Of the billows
Or the roaring cltaracts chime.
See that saddenei, widowed mother,
4 Chef Is written en- her brow,
Aud the friends of youth who loved her,
Scarcely recognize her now.
She had hoped to tread life's pathway,
With tie loved one by her side;
But wave from Death ) dark river
Bore him onward in its tide
With . woudrous soothing power,
Time rs nearly healed ihe wound,
aud the hearlslrings which we're severed,
Firmly round her child are bound.
Now her souls deep placid waters.
Mirror smiles Of peace and JOY,
Her affections All are centerel
On her ouiy darling soy
But the clouds Of war are gathering,
Hear we now lhe roaring guns,
Loudly i eur country calling
For her brave ana ngble sons,
Though ille fears Of that fond mother
Lest her son shall join the strife,
Are perhaps ~ FIRST but ripples
On the ocean Of her life.
Quickly swell they iuto bllows,
When she hears her darling say,
That when duty calls 50 loudly,
lie the suiamens musi obey.
0n The alter of hts country,
Him she lays With sorroBing heart,
While prayer 70 God she raises,
As they now are called to part
Tive long months of anxious waiting,
Willie the lamp Of hope has burned,
And the loved oEs Of her bosom,
To the hearth stone is returned.
But how changed she finds her darling,
Gold ihe heart which once was warm,
For Deaths Angel threw a shadow
Der that fair and youthful form.
Many are iae loving kisses
That she presses on his brow.
lie returns not the earcsses,
All unheeded are they now.
While the stars aud stripes nnwindng,
Twinod around his manly breast,
You, a lit'le wound discover,
Telling how he vent 70 rest.
Obi what pillows Of deep anguish,
Nov the star q hope has fed,
Der that mothers soul are rolling,
As she stands beside the dead
When the sun from clouds Is breaking
And the winds are bushed 10 rest,
Quickly flee the raging billows
From the sarging oceans breast.
81, glorious Sun Of Rigbieousness''
When thou sainesi on the heart;
Rapidly The heaving pillows
From that msther's soul depart.
And a voice from heaven vhispers,
Turning darkness into day;
for iu accents soft and gcnte
Soothing words we bear Il say.
Darling child; though many = bill0w
Der cay troubled soal i spread,
Jesus bssAsi affords pillos
for lhy weary aching head.
SEnIE May a2d, 1865