The Fairfield herald. [volume] (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1849-1876, 1868-08-05
Original.
I LOVE GODS BEAUTEOUs WORLD.


(urignal.]
I LOVE GODS BBAUTEOUs WORLD.
DY MRS. @. LADD.
nifty,
When earth is sleeping Oh the breast of
hight
! love TO roam;
When not q footstcp save my own
Falls IN tho ear,
/ love to wander in the silent vale,
Beside the babblng brook, and gaze
Upon the broad bright vault above
And mark the change; that tell
OF Coming day
In the gray tints Of morn love to watch
The starry host, us one by one, they fade
away,
Like some dissolving scene. Melting from
view,
Hiding their far off golden eyes
Behind the cthcrial blue.
love TO mount
Up, up. to the mountain brow,
AS morn with roscatc floods of light
Illumes the distant eastern sky,
Spreading out gollcn arms to lift
The canopy of night.
The veil that o'cr tho sleeping, dreaming,
world,
Night flung, that she might weep
Dew drops. With no eyes to see
Save the bright morning stars,
That once together swectly sang
In oil their melody,
Striking their harps till Heaven's high arch
Rang with the joyous strain that ushercd in
The natal morn of earth
Gods Gift, Times child was born,
And in its young rich beauty lay
Fresh from the hands Of Him,
Heavens great architect.
Thcn as now night silent stole away,
Before the tints of purple light
Ushcring in the day.
In hours like those tho heart can hold
Communion with the spirit world,
Roaming in rcalms. far, far beyond the
sight,
Where soul meets soul, and The soft melting
strain,
Mysterious spell, sweet music Of the heart
Gushcs in wild delight.
Earth IA t,o beautiful.
Whom the days last lingering ray
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Earth is beautiful.
AS evening twilight fades, and night
With Stealthy steps steals DER the world
Bringing the watch stars oat, TO keep
Their vigils. Sweet ho,seless sentinels
Guarding our mother earth
While she through their lone watches sleeps.
Thon to make beauty, still moro beautiful,
The full round moon in all her majesty,
Comes DER the Eastern hill, as queen,
OF oil that wondrons starry galaxy,
Bathing the earth, in her soft silSefy light,
Making the sbadowy forms light as Fay
With noiseless feet, dance o'or tho plain,
Coming, receding, melting far away,
Assuming wild fantastic shapes,
.
'Tis In such hours, amidst such scenes,
That earth, and earthly passions die,
No sound awakes tho soul entranced
From its sweet dreams Of bliss,
Bliss, only known beyond the skies.
It Is the hour, when incense pure
From the hearts deep fountain rise,
In silent alteration, to the throne of God.
In such an hour
No human passions mar the breast,
No clouds the arch above,
Fhe purest homage of the heart,
Goes to Tho God of love.
Gods gift, The earth.
Why is the earth SO beautiful?
,;SSEsA, s;,are the heavens 50 bright?
Why, why was the sun made f5r the day,
The pooh made for tho night?
In beauty,
fhe mountains high, the valleys low,
The brooks, the babbling rills,
The hills, the plains. the rolling seas,
With beauty nature fila.
Why so beautiful?
Why &ae earth made 90 beautiful
Why does Gods special care,
Bring round the seasons In their turn,
With gifts so rich and rare
- And 6 voice answered..
twas made for man, for man alone,
Aud filled with gifts Of love,
'Twas made for him, who'll scarcely raise
The voice Of praise above.
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The Baltimore An,eritan says that
the election Of Grant and Colfax is "the
will Of Cod" We don't believe word
Of it. It may be the will Of the Devil,
who is tho head and front Of the Radi.