The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1866-11-20
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off, says Emerson, "the stars were
to appear one nightin thousand years,
how would men believe, and ADORE,
and preserve for many generations, the
remembrance of the city OF God, winch
has lust been shown' But night after
night come out these preachers OF beau-
ty, and light the universe with their
admonishing smile.
"And night after night the sermon
loses none of its far-reaching truths.
They flash, those cver-burninS messen-
gers. before the innocent eyes OF chill
dren. and little hands are held out to
reach them, and little voices breathe
the evening prayer with holier faith,
because they believe that far up Ill the
dark abyss. the ever-watchful eyes will
shine down and guard their slumbers
from harm. The mariner, on the track
less sea. looks to them for guidance. and
under their familiar light memory frav-
els back to the homestead over whose
It'll roof and beloved inmates
their serene luster fingers Ike MS piess-
;pc The fearful watcher by the sick
or diving, sazes upward with means and
piteous cries for help, and the passion
ate sorrow sinks rebukcd before the
calm, solemn light of the holy Ones
their unspcakable grandeur, their mys-
FERROUS and unLroken silence, which IS
vet eloquent of the Kingdom of the
Infinite which lies beyond. In one OF
those many mansions Of the Fathers
house may not that poor struggling
spirit, now warning with its tleshy ele-
ments, find rest and joy-and grief
grows still, aud lips cry no longer, God
he pitiful, hut God be praised
"Ah, the stars, those eternal founts
of inspiration for the poets verse, how,
from Homer to Tennyson, have they
charmed, bcwildered and maddened
with their unhasting, unresting flight,
and the divine harmony of their order
amidst the Earring discord of human
passions.
"Upon the hundred bra2cn gates OF
ancient Babylon their gaze fingered
with the same splendor which gilds the
desolate waste where its towers and
palaces have gone down to dust and
nothingness. Their unfaded light rests
as tenderly on yondcr hilltop rs it did
of old on the brow of the first lover
who told his new, beautiful tale amidst
the hush of angels wings, and with the
radiance of the Divine smile clarifying
the fresh and perfumed bowers of sim
less Eden.
Science has, perhaps, with n some
what rude hand, torn from the starr
much of the supernaturalism which
lent them lustre, but it has ut the same
time cast down mighty barrier, and
we walk free and unchecked through
vast systems, new provinces, pointing
to others behind, and stretching out into
the kingdom of the Infinite, where the
mind, host, bewildered, almost crushed
by the immense conception which II
cannot grasp, meekly bows itself and
whispers, my Father made them ALL
cater all, they may cease to he sym
bols, they may be like the earth, arenas
of conflict, victory and defeat; decay
and death may hover on their borders
and commissions and conhagration re
duce them once more to chaos; but
progress and eternity are written as il
characters of fre-charactcrs that al
men may see on their flaming affairs.
''Do we not read in their expanded
page of immensity the charter of oul
souls freedom, and feel ourselves Ell
larged to the extent of the length ant
breadth, the hight and depth of crea
tionf
1.-THE happy stars from the cradle t.
the grave, we love them for their nm
fathomable beauty, and as a reflection
of the glory of Him, the Great Artist
who painted them on the midnight sky
/ And fro m oil ages come up an echo o
the cry Of humanity-'Thanks, endles
and boundless, to Heaven for the stars