The Orangeburg news. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1867-1875, 1867-05-11
NUMBER l2. "a
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''Comc gentle SrnINo ethereal mildncss conc! ,e.
And from The bosom Of yon dropping cloud, :.
While music wakes around; yeled in a shower Ak
of shadowing roses, on our plains dcsccnd' Saa
Theme of praises from time imme love-. =.
ly Spring, thou hast heard the poets cntrcaty "a.
and yelled indeed, "in showers of, shadowing ~
roses descended on our plans and filed tho 7,I.e
earth with aecaM Of dcquy. How fresh yand5e-
fair is this bamy morning; the rain Which 49,,
fell last night like passionate tears mingled.
with the sobs of wailing winds, only adds ~ nj
dewy cooncss to the air, while natures tears, I'll.
transformed to gems, fall in glitter;ng drope,,oss
as the soft breczes whisper welcome. to. ,the;.,,
falrcst OF the sister mopths- -"charning ,SI ay
How pure is the sky so blue that it seems to-.
bend near us in love and gentle protection sa7
ethereal, that while gaze afr into its dcpthss
OF light, the idea of ininitude inlbues the,
mind with awe. After all this earth is very ~.
beautiful, and while every sense steals tho .,n
delicious rcpose Of nature, We forget LIES busy ~,
cares and the language of the full heart finds,
voice in hymn Of praise to Hin who has
given,
These flowers spring up on every side ); csesy II
where about us they arc glowing; in woods and lid
fields, by streams, and on the dusty highwayS,oqs
blooming luxurianty in stately gardens and !;,pi
narbled cemeteries, peeping into cottage win, 4,
dows, and clambering lonely. grayes.saYg
Thank God,ior flowers they come to w liks4g
thoughts OF Heaven, an! vile us from -pur.,...
cares with their pure petals full Of dcWy f1n-...,,
GRANGE. "Ihcy are til ;nsclvcs ''says one, .bpt "A
bright thoughts, syllablcd to form and huo.: ~
;'And still how oft their soft and starry cyes s
Now bent to earth, to Heaven nutelye pcalS iec
ing, t.r' 'ees i4,.n
Their incense fanting as it seeks tho Skies M tsar
Ye' still from earth with frcshcning hope rccedingT~,r
How often these to every heart decnre--s-
With all the silent elcqucncc o truth, ,3s
The language that they speak is Natures praycr
TO give her back those spotlcss days of youth"
How frai1 they arc and yet theyi bloom as
brightly now, when Eve tended them with. !
gentlcst care amid the bowers of Eden, nearly
six thousand years ago. Man boasts his;
strength, and claims for many Of his works in
demnity from the ravages Of time, yet Trailer
than the flowers is he; and the monuments OF: =
his skill crumble into ruins where tho ivy:
twincs, and star-eycd daisies look skyward !.
where the frettcd dome of some fair tenn.
pie rose. Oh world-wcary heart, turn from tho
dust and turmoil Of the busy world, and take
to your love and care flowers and trees, birds 80
and running brooks; love naturc,-with ali
her variable woods, she is ever the same; she
never turns in scorning where once she ben. IN :,
tenderness, but is cycrto her children the SANG
al'no mater; age cannot withcr her. nor custom y
| stale her infinite varict:.
''Beauty still wallcth in the Garth ani air: ,.a ~
Our present sunsets are as rich in gold, isus.
As ere the Iliad's music was outroled:
The roses of the spring ever fair
Aons branches green still ring-doycs coo and pair
And the deep still foams its music old 7ft2H
So if we are nj all divincly soulcd, 81 e s-.F's
This beauty will unloosc our bonds Of carc" ea ysi
The wind soughing through the pines re-:
calls wandering thoughts; gentle reader, do
you not love this wall of our Southern forcsts
truly Southern it is, for no where else do the 50
fingers OF the air" produce sounds so sweetlv
musical. 1t is like the lowest and fullest notes .'"s
OF an Eolian harp, or the far-oT sound Of
waves, now swelling intoa rich liapason,. now
dying In faint murmurs along the shore ri,
not treason to cherish ardcntly the beauty Of
our Southern cline, though We must hide m, -
our hearts the sad ruins of the fair future we
hoped to build for her. Aud though tho con. ..i
queror forbid us to commemorate III marble the
deeds OF the fallen and We must forever
"J"'7' the starry banner we loved so wcll-lct
US still love our Sunny South It's all that
can remain to us Of what once thrilled every
heart with pride, ard patriotic devotion. War
and ruin have dcsolatod her, it's true but We
have still enough to bind us to our dear native
home and need not cross the ocean for balmy p
airs, and scenes of .ovcncss in nature, whilo
The rosy morn dawns fair upon lis,! like ours
and our glowing sunsets are as rich in gold as
those of far-amcd Italy. "God save tho
South" and give her future "far MS bcr