North Iowa times. [volume] (McGregor, Iowa) 1867-current, 1868-11-04
THE THINGS I LOVE.

Where talent sparkles free and bright,
Rejecting rays Of purest light,
And knowledge gained by application,
To what is lovely in Creation
Without the spice of gossip mean
As in the parlors eften seen,
Where kissing serpents dare not venture,
And boa snakes can never enter.
love a whole and hearty friend,
In whom, the kindcst feelings blend.
Whose honest worth will make il sure,
lIisprofered sympathics are pure.
Whose love and charity so mild
Arc wont to bless misfortunc's child,
Thus pouring in the oil and wine
Upon the wretched-doomcd to pine
In misery and dark despair
How lovely is compassion there.
love a stroll in silent mood
About the lawns and in the wood,
There, in Some pleasant, shady nook
Reflect, and read in Natures book.
IT'S wide,-its pages are well stored
With precepts written by the Lord.
Could all the wisdom known Of man
Make one small plant in yonder glen!
Such mechanism i'm its parts
Surprising all the human arts?
If God is a mcc hanic, then,
Why not respect such among men?
Especially if they inherit
Such homage by tx eir active merit.
love bright and sunny day
In benny blithsone budding May
Where vcrnal beauty fresh and fair
With flowers SO sweet, embohm the air.
And feathercd choristers so gay
Proclaim the beauty of the day;
And when Aurora breaks the morn
And streaks of light the skies adcrH, - r
They open wide their little threats
And pour in foads their mellow notes
Upon the softonins fragrant breeze
That's playing gambols in the trees
While Phcbus rolls himself along
And gladly listens to their song.
'Tis natures choir, simple and true, w.
Their threats are wet with morning due,
Drinks from the foliage of the trees
That bloom amid the moistcned breeze,
Or from the flowers in yonder dale
That throw their fragrance on the gale,
Or from the shameocks on the sod,
Or grass by lowing kline DER trod.
Such simple beauty, Oh how sweet
1t is 30 holy and complete.
Well might our Maker call it good,
lie left things in such happy mood.
I love the riverlets and rills,
That wind themselves among the ILLS:
Girgling as they move along
With melody and natire song,
Ripping o'cr the pebbles bright,
That glisten in their watery light,
Their banks spread DER " it'll crosses green,
And grass and wild flowers there are seen,
And brakes and ferns, sweet scented too
And sticks there scattered, not few
The branches torn from ncighboring trees
Frustrated, some wild freak to please
Some bilow in the furious gale,
Without rudder or a sail,
Without pilot or guide,
And needing not what might betide.
Through the thick branches of the trees,
Winged its wild way just as it pleased.
Then yondcr,-near a dripping sod,
A frog is croaeking thanks to God,
He is supplied with light and air,
Nothing disturbs his quiet there,
No coiling serpent loiters near,
To spoil his song or raise fear.
Hes happy, what more can lac want
Than thus his song of praise to chant?
And nearer by, a bark conceals
A cricket, SO his note reveals
He tells us he is nesting there,
IT'S there he takes his little share,
'Tis there, he sings the live long night,
Nor hardly ceases with the light,
Romantic, as such sports maybe,
Its simple w:ldness pleascs me.
love the truth, it is so Pure,
1t must cternally endure,
1t is the fountain, from which springs
All wisdom, and all holy things,
On earth, the fountain is but small,
But tits the salt to SAVIOR all,
And when the fountain overflows,
There, wisdom in perfection grows.
twill spread in time, SO God has said,
For in his holy word I've read
That Ger the earth, His truth shall bs
Spread out. as water Oh the sea,
o happy days. love to think,
How thirsty souls may come and drink.
love the humble child OF God,
Though subject to affections rod,
Affections purify the mind
And make it peaceful, gentle kind,
While passing through rcpining fire
They fal,cr not, though they may tire,
But forwardpress in Jesus might
Deserted by the spirits light,
Until they reach that happy shore,
Where toll and sorrow are no more.
There, peace and love forever reign
And these are their eternal gain.
O happy souls ! to win that rest
Which Christ has promised to the blessed,
Your troubles DER, the race is run!
You've reached the shorc-thc prize is won!
How thought Expands now at the view,
Which those vast worlds present to you,
While passing through ETHEREAL space,
Talking with angels, face to face.
Who guide your new born spirits homo
To realms where death can nevor come.
What rapture swells the bosom now,
What gratitude ilumes the brow
When looking through those fields Of light
Adorned, by millions, spirits bright,
And all redeemed by Jesuss blood
On Calvary shed, crimson food,
To wash away your guilt, and sin,
And make your spirits, white and clean,
AcGIEGoR, Oct. 18th, 1865
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