The Hancock Jeffersonian. [volume] (Findlay, Ohio) 1857-1870, 1866-11-02

II, says Emerson, tile stars
were to appear one night in a thou
sand years, how would men believe,
anl adore, and preserve for many
generations the remembrance of the
city of God, which had just been
shown. But night after night come
out these preachers of beauty, and
light the universe with their admon-
ishing smile"
Aud night after night the sermon
loses none of its far-reaching truths.
They flash, those ever burning mes
sengers, before the innocent eyes Of
children, and little hands are held
out to reach them, and little voices
breathe the evening prayer with holi-
er faith, because they believe that far
up in that dark abyss, the ever
lwatchful eyes will shine down and
guard their slumbers from harm
Tue mariner, on the trackless sea,
looks to them for guidance, and un-
der their familiar light memory trav-
els back to the homestead over whose
peaceful roof and beloved inmates
their serene lustre fingers like his
, blessing. The fearful watcher by the
SICK or the dying, enzea inward with
means and piteous cries tor help, and
the passionate sorrow sinks rebuked
before tue calm, solemn light of "the
holy ones" their unspeakablc gran
deur, their mysterious and unbroken
: silence, which is yet 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 tleshly elements, find
rest and joy-and grief grows still,
and lips cry no longer, "God be pitt
full" but "God be praised" a.
All, the stars those eternal founts
of inspiration for the poets verse,
how, from Homer to Tennyson, have
they charmed, bewildered and mad
: dened with their "unhasting, un-
resting flight, and the divine har,
u mony of their order amidst the jar
u ring discord OF human passions.
{ Upon the hundred brazen gates of
Il ancient Babylon their gaze fingered
with the same splendor which gilds
i he desolate waste where its towers
: tnd palaces have gone down to dust
! and nothingness. Their unfatled light
J. rests as tcndcrly on yonder ll.top
Il as it did of old on the brow Of the
! first lover, who told his new, beauti,
II Tul tale amidst the hush of angels
: wings, and with the radiance OF tho
y Divine smile glorifying the fresh and
- periumed bowers of sinless Eden.
D Scicnce has, perhaps with some
&c What rude hand. torn from the stars
i much OF the supernaturalism which,
$ lent them lustre, but it has at tho
'e same time cast down mighty bar
o. rier, and we walk free and uncheck
y ed through vast systems, new prov
ID inces pointing to others behind, and
Il, stretching out into the kingdom u
; tlre Infinite, where the mind, lost, be-
lp wlldered, almost crushed by the in,
/" mense conception which it cannnl
) grasp, meekly bows itself and whis
'e pcrs "My Father made them all
~ After all, they may cease to L
20 symbols, they may be like the earth
utclldS Oh COlulCI, NlClOiy anu uSiS'
nc decay and death may hover on theI
w borders, and convulsion and couila
H. glation reduce them once NOR
70 chaos but progress, and eternit,
are written as in characters of fire
characters that all men may see OF
a. their flaming affairs.
w. DO we not read in their expande'
page of immensity "the charter o
'n- our souls freedom, and feel our
W. selves enlarged to the extent Of thu
su @cth and breadth, the height ant
me deptii of creation" esf4i
on "rhe happy stars"-from the era
cd die to the grave, we love them 10
*. their unfathomable beauty, and as
he reflection of tho glory of Him, tn
n great Artist, who painted them o.
N, the midnight sky. And from al
nd ages come up. an echo of the cry Y
- humanity = "rhanks, endless ant
us boundless, to Heaven for the stars,
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