The Weekly Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, O. [Ohio]) 1861-1???, 1863-05-20
For the Perrysburg journal.
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The wine cup has becn wrenthcd its contents
urged upon earth's heroes its praises have been
sung in all ages The best talents of the best po-
cts have cmbalmcd II in song. 1t has been coupled
with the beauty of woman, and deemed inscpara'
bic from those who would worship at her shrine.
And while such efforts have been made to immor
talzc the curse of man. how few aud puny are the
energies which have been called forth to magnify
one Of Gods best gifts pure coid woter what
aposlrophc il beautiful enough to address to the
lmpid fluid 1t Is pure ns the tcars Of angels,
that we might fancy fall when the hosts Of heaven
weep for joy over II sinner born into eternal life !;
pure Ms the tears that shall fall from the eyes of
the angel Love, who shall first greet your advent
into the land OF paradise pure as the tears that
fall, when truc Affection wccps over her ruined
altars and her smouldoring fires; bcamyw, where
il sweeps rivers full to the mighty ocean, or where
ns gem OF living light, it lies in the heart Of some
forest flower; beautiful in the dew that covers the
flowers and blades of grass-the mantle that Nh
turt has spread over her thousand hills, her val
lcys her lawns and dclls. her mountains and her
plains; beautiful in the white cloud that floats like
u car of glory in the armament, borne on the bosom
of the catmospherc and dropping its sparkling tears
upon the thirsty fields till the Romtrs look up to
heaven aud smile. Street, tno, iS Il. w,'ic- swc"ter
far than the tones Of the Eucan harp, in its min
strrlsy; heard in the summer rain that taps upon
the window pane, and pttcrs nn the root the broad
leaves of the onk. the chestnut an the palm, in
thuir forest homes singing nS it falls, song OF its
bright and beautiful mission singing how the
warm, bright sunshine lurcd it from earth up into
tl,. ,,T InNV hn mn ~
condensed its minute particles, till they became
misty shrouds Of light that ioatod over the broad
fields. the wide savanna, the deep rivers, and
illimitablo scas-ull the mystic powers OF con
dcnsntion had perfected their work, and it started
on pilgrimage to the bosom OF its mother earth
soon to grow up in the stalwurt oak that lifts its
tall trunk, like shaft, toward heaven, immoyabls
as temple pillar, and stretches its brnwny arms
to meet the warning winds and winged thunder
bolts to blush in the petals Of the wild flowers
those smiles of divinity lighting the world; to
sway in the grass that covers the valleys, like an
emerald sea, waving its green billows iu the breath
of the summers wind. Merry is its music, where
the rill glanccs along in the sunshine its mnia-
turc rippcs clapping their hands, and its voice
singing even to the stones that obsruct its course
Soft is its music when in some lone forest dell
amid the hush Of tho grand and columncd temples
of natures God formed 10y the oaks and pines of II
thousand years. a fountain bubbles up from be-
meath the roots OF u forest monarch, and sings n
song OF the mysteries it has known, away down in
the caves of earth, whore the eye of man never
penetrated, and silence forever rcigncd.
Sad is It's music in the autumnal rain, whcn the
sky is robcd in mourning over the decay ot sum
mcr and the wild winds mourn n requiem over the
departed birds and flowers, and the fields put On n
somber livery, fitting the universal decay. Mourn
ful then is its music. Il speaks of loved ones.
long gone before to the land of the departed. We
listen to It's music, and IL Christening sadness comes
over our spirits, drawing them into close com
nuuion with God. Soul thrilling is its music as
its hot breath rushes from the throat of the mighty
engine laundering hcadlong over the broad prai-
rics through forest shade, by farm houae and by
cottage through cities and towus-away aud away.
Awful and grand as the voice of jehovah is its
music, when Niagara pours her mighty torrents
over tho tremendous steep, as if the ioodgates of
heaven were uncloscd, and her mighty columns
Fastening to the ccutrol depths OF earth and the
white spray, spangled 10y ralnbows, wells its terri
BILE 'front.' If the sight were too grand for the eye
Of man to look full in the face Yes, grand is its
music. As if the voices Of the waters were united
in one grand chorus sounding in harmony the
praises of God. List to It's music, and IT will charm
your spirit more than the most perfect choir or
grand orchestra that the musical talents of man
have ever produced for the music of man is finite
and uumclodious while the voices Of the waters
are the grand anthems of God, which arise now
and forever, from every spot on earth where the
beverage OF lIc is found. JEFF.
Cry BARRAcEs, COLUMBUs o., May Y.