Fremont journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County [Ohio]) 1853-1866, 1865-02-10
Written for the Fremont Journal.
HOPE.
BY LEvANoH MoULroN.

"Auspicious Hope in thy sweet garden grew
Wreaths for each toll, d charm for every woe
Won by their Sweets in Natures langid hour.
The way y-wOrn Pilgrim seeks thy summer bower
There, as the wild bee murmurs ON the wing.
What peaceful dreams thy handmade spirits
bring
What viewless forms tn Eolian organs play,
And sweep the furrow'd lines of anxious
Thought away.-CdmpbeA
Take Hope for thy beacon light; yes hope, no
matter how dark the future may appear. II
darkness must come, the reality will be hard
enough to endure. Be happy while you may;
do not be recounting to all you meet your trials
and tribulations. People may say they pity
you, but is it a satisfaction to be pitied? No,
every one has some trouble. Perhaps the one
you are rehearsing your woes to, has far greater
sorrows than yours. The sympathy of friends
under real afiiction is a Consolation; of this |
would not speak. A great many have what one
might call artificial G6iiction. They imagine
what is not and feel as miserable over it. as if
it were real. Some say their lives have been
all dark; ] cannot believe it, I believe there
is no person who has not treasured in memory
joyful scenes and pleasant experiences. We
cannot expect this world to be Paradise else
there would be no need of Heaven. | res,em.
Der of once reading this saying: ''Sorrow comes
soon enough without dispondency; it does per-
son no good to carry around lightning rod to
attract trouble, " and that "there is no greater
every day virtue than hopeful spirit.
While our barks are sailing down the stream
of life, we do, and will, till we reach the haven
encounter adverse Winds storms, and tempests.
but having Faith for our pilot, faith in Him the
all wise Father, We shall brave all danger.
Our life Isl path strewn with roses and tborns
but there is time when we only gather the
roses, never finding the thOrns, when we bu;Id
many castles of nothing but young hearts
dreams, shrouded in the misty future, and peo-
pied With hopes bright beams Years efface
the castles, and destroy the hopes; but do not
higher hopes and aspirations succeed them?-
Life is real. 1t is necessary that we improve
each moment, for each idle unnoticed breath is
bearing as onward to the unseen shore. Life
too, has great responsibilities, and we all have
Duruehs 10 Dear, YET Isl not better 20 bear them
cheerfully, than to murmur and repine3 | think
it must be more pleasing to our Maker.
You whose fortune has been the hardest have
there not been times when your spirits reveled
in ecstacies of bliss, when sighs Eolian thrill
ed through the leaves, and you seemed to hear
the murmur Ofrippling streams, and breathe the
perfume of thousand flowers? All this has
passed before me in panoramic brilliancy in
my sleeping and waking dreams.
Then looking back over the years since we
set sail on Life's mysterious sea, dim speetres
rise before US, visions Of wasted hours, of num-
Derless errors and neglected duties, speak unut-
lered words of what we should have done, but
lid not it let us hope that reflections such as
lhese shall stimulate us to brighter aims and !
purposes in future,
''frue Hope Is swift and flies with swallows wings
Kings it makes Gods, and meaner creatures Kings"
ShaksPere.