The Weekly Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, O. [Ohio]) 1861-1???, 1864-05-18
Written for Moore's Rural New Yorker,
The Light Of Faith.

"TrEN WE SHALL Know AS WE ARE Known
When the finger of God touches tho eye.
lids of tho human creature, the scales fall
of As the thought Of Him fills the soul,
it no longer looks through the media which
the poor, blind world has given it, all bo-
dimmed with deceit, selishness aud error,
but step by step il is led up higher, until
it looks, as II were, through the eyo-glass
of the Infinite. How tho darkness heeth
away before the glorious sunlight Of Truth.
The mountain tops glisten, and tho valleys
glow. Everything beautiful becomes more
beautiful. Nature is more lovely its skies
brighter, its flowers faircr, it's landscape
serener. Why Because God is in them
all. To Him whose eye-sight is thus clear
Cd wickedness is no less dark, and his
eyes grow more fearful as he beholds the
fallen aud recognizes them as the children
of q common Father. As his vision is en-.
larged his heart and fingers work more
earnestly, for he knows that II brother for
ever fallen is wound inflicted OH all the
race, while one recovered makes glad the
heart of humanity.
But what of the work which sorrow hath
wroughtg Do we always reap good from
from the sowing of tears | trow not.
Though often upon the stepping-stones
of our dead selves we rise to better things
yet many times we descend still lower. As
he who is thus illuminated travels hopeful
ly but perhaps wearily on, ho glanccs back
ward over the rough places which once
caused his feet to blood. At first lac 10
soltenod by a view that makes his eye grow
misty, then his face grows stony, and his
lips are compressed, fit representation
of the dosolation within. The shrine to
! ,i,,o II, l,n hen ,Ayl,n #
hope and pleasure is broken and if he
strives togather the fragments and build
another. they, too, are hurled from him.
! lie rises and goes to his work colder, but
not better. because he looked within in
stead of upward
We hear much about the war AS de-
veloping power. So it is. We are told
that every fatal bullet pierces many hearts
and when the blood ceases flowing, they
are nerved with stronger and better pur-
poses. There arc fruit and flowers where
before were only weeds and fallow ground
But not always. Often il is like the violent
storm that sweeps all before it instead Of
the gentle rain that melows and fertiizes
The thought of blood, and suffering, and
death prevents any rays of light from com.
ing that might have brought vision oi
hope to the desponding soul. They hear
no harmony from out the discord 500 no
! light from out the darkness. Sc with the
! little roughnoss that wo meet with every
day they do not always round of the
corners--only mako the angles sharpef
1t depends upon ourselves whether sorrow
deveopes the good that is in us or not
If we rise above it, it Strengthens us If il
! rises above MS, then we are rendered weak
er.
Do you never feel heavy-hearted when
You 500 those TO whom no light comes
Some of them, perhaps, are blessed with
little of this worlds knowledge, and pos
sesses dim view of the way homeward
They gropo this way and that until III,
spirit is chafed with much searching and
no finding. Whence am | 2 What am
Whittier going Who is tho father are
questions which come to us with fearful
meaning and tho silence which follows is
still more fearful The waves surge to anC
. fro, and they listen in vain for the mandate
so Tar shalt thou come, and no further.
, In tho midnight they see no Infinite Father
, no incarnate Christ upon whose form the,
may lean their mangled brests. When u
, last the tempest has spent itself, there is
: calm, but no joy. Through the long Wat;
of ages, from Creations first morning, ther
, comes the odict, Let there be light, "--bu
: it is not for thee. The worn spirit is quiet to,
, and by-and.by, in tho distant East no see
! u single ray of light, and in fullness of tim,
I thoro is the perfect dawn.
: The vision of many is. rendered clea
q by long waiting and much suffering, rs tn
bost eyeglasses are rendered perfectly pc
lucid by the process of heating So th
spiritual vision il made free from impur
ties as by fire Very likely human natur
, writhes in the midst of the ilame, and tn
I natural eye is dimmed as tho spiritual ey
y grows brighter; but what is the mortal I
! Tho immortalg The world, with its wor
$ and sorrow, sometimes bears heavily, bu
i tho restless, doubting soul is create
Q burden You would fain close the oyelid,
: and fold the hands over the still bosom
such an one, so that darkness and doub
o ing may b. no more,-hut not yet. Go
> has given us much light in this world, b,
Q it is not perfect, yet in the dimuess W
e may hear soft, still voice saying, mo
, l We look as through glass darkly, but the
X We shall see hiIa face TO face.