The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1865-06-22
For the Upton Advertiser.
TWILIGHT.

It is evening; the last lingering rays
of sunlight east their mellow lustre o'er
the clouds that received into their bcsom
the descending orb Of day, giving them
the appearance Of vast mountains of fire
as they rise one above another, growing
fainter and palcr as they approach the
meridian, and stretching at their base
from North to South, presenting a spec
tacle of sublimity and grandeur beyond
the power of the most lively imagination
to describe.
Evening twilight, that brief season Of
sad sweet thoughts, rules queen of tho
hour. If the long summer day has any
period Of happiness for any spirit-any
moment of serene, quiet JOY to be treas,
ured in the heart, then, soft and refresh
ing as the dew it descends upon me-
Everything is SO fraught with u subdued
ard spiritual loveliness, that ones every
thought glows with pure and holy poetry,
and the soul, forgetful of tho real, wan.
ders on through the radiant realms of the
ideal, till spirit and being are imbuet
and absorbed in the beautiful and lovely
visions floating down on tho soft summer
air How strangely ,beautifed arc the
| few brief moments when the sun has set,
ere the stars begin to send, like gazing
angels, their spirit glances to our hearts.
Who does not love the twilight hours?
The busy cares Of the day are overall
is calmn and peaceful. The last note Of
the Linnot has echoed through the lawn,
The enchanting lays of the Nightingale
salute the ear, and there is but little to
interrupt our meditativc fancies. Oh
'tis there that lifc-past, present and fu-
ture, like panorama; passes before US.
"reminiscences, pleasant and sad, succeed
each other. Mental pilgrimagcs are made
to that place, the most sacred Of all 9TH
ers, the home Of our childhood. Back,
back from the dusty thorougbfarcs of our
toll worn manhood to the golden fountain
of our youth. Blessed is the change tho
there be no congenial spirit to whom the
heart can whisper its sense Of relief and
Joy. The joys and sorrows, the pleasures
and griefs, of this the most interesting 2
period of life, in one short moment are
lived over again. Sadness fills the breast,
as memory reyerts in maturer years, to q
ac0rfl or deed, which controls its destiny
for life, to its displcasure, or, as by the
irrevokable decree of fate, fixes the desti-
ny of kindred spirit and dooms it to a
life of loneliness and sorrow. Then for
gctful Of the past and present, in fanccs,
wandcrings, the soul endeavors to scan
the deep vista of the future, and wander
ing through the "radiant realms Of the
IDEAL seeks that happiness which the
stern realities Of life deny. Or with
christian hope and patience, contemp.ates
the benefcence Of Cad in all the mani
festatiouS Of His providences, taking to
itself the consoling JUNCTION that call
things work together for good to those
who love the Lord" anticipates the joys
celestial, in reserve for those who cen
durc to the end" and who, "have wash
ed their robes and male them white in
the blood Of the Lamb" hopes for rest
and peace in heaven, when all the sorrows
and storms Of life are past.
OCCASIONAL.
MechanicsyiIle, Iowa, June sth, 1865