The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1869-07-15
Our Buried Treasures,

AhcFt ufc tlaul SEtFes ~ tlio Woftu
Of ours, many hitlocks Of aonseoratsd
ground where rank grass draws pourish-
mont from sacred dust. Many mourg-
ers there are IN this same strange world,
--an endless train Of sorrow stricken
ones, hearts bruised and sable-clad,
inner sanctuarios forever tenapted by
the unforgotten dead. There are few
hearts that have not yelled recess,
wherein is treasured up aud hidden away
from profane eyes the record Of sacred
grief. Few are the mortals who oleF-
ish not 10 their bosoms the remembrapps
Of something that has been and is not,
who weep not over the grave Of .
departed joy For there are other
graves than those containing hu@an
forms not all are heaped up and turfed
over by the sexton's spade. Bright
hopes fade and die, cherished projects
fall dearest purposes arerudely uproot-
ed, whole life-plans oyerthrown; /; and ali
these lie buried in the human hears.
But, whether enclosed in grassy church,
yards, arrayed side by side, with gleam-
ing marble at the head, and rose bushes,
may be, at the foot--or, unmarked BY
marble slab. all unseen by mortal vision.
hidden In the innermost recesses ofi
ones own soul, they are still grayes,
and mourners have bent above them.
Thus it is ordered. To SONG, sorrow
may seem an heritage. while to Others
are youch safed pleasant pathways under
propitious skies vet rtreIy shall one
com mplete his life,iourney without. al
some time, the heavens be overcast and
the storm Of affection burst with FURY
upon him. Blackuess surrounds him
the pleasant pathway has become 4 sl;p.
perry steep, the trees 10 whose friendly
shade he had reioiced afford him nov
no shelter, the music of birds and laugh
ter of children give place 70 the roarina x,s
Of the tempest, the fierce ranging 81 ths
winds aud the boarse thunder cf -
offended Cop. There il no escape from
the pitiless outpeuriug af she angry
clouds alone aud defenceless. he 4 -
the mercy Of the stprn. Anon, tke
clouds break away, aud, drenehed and
shiveriug, he pursues his Journey. No
longer does hs view sunny path, smil.
ing with flowers. and leadinp. far a. the
eye can roach, through fairest regions:
but a gray mist closes around him.
chilling Winds sweep over him and
whistle in the tree.tops which seud
down. their showers of tears upon tho
miry pathway. No CLEAN Of sun 40.
pears the future is shrouded ID IN.
| penetfahie gloom. The heuumbed ara
weary traveller longs TO be at his iour.
ney'S end.
| And thus it is wisely ordered. Vera
The life all sunshine, who would tske
thought for the life to come Did this
world afford US continpous pleasures.
even mixed, as they are. with soma
alloy, who would seek for higher Oh
these graves have strange efficacy .
bring US to our senses. Tempted BIZ
evil Influences, lured by ambition. becf.
oped ON BIZ pleasure, there comes ~
before us, oftentimes, one Of these iittis
grass grown mounds, ,and while We stop
to yeen. the tempting vision fades and
our snais are rescued from the threaten.
ed danger. There is no saferusrd
against the Thousand alluremepts skick
surround us, nothing to soften the heart
aud open it to good Impressions. noshinr
to bring us near 70 Gop, like the me,n.
ory Of q buried treasure. Il comes q
Us in the hour of temptation. md tts
seductive voice Of the temptor loses K.
charms, in tho hour Of mirth, and checks
our extravaganpe, Itinterposea itseif
between us and the daxzliug prize Amhi-
tion holds up TO our view il seeks u
out when elatod with success, ana hun.
bles US. In the silent watches Of n
night, when the soul holds commpnion
4 with the past, ard we live over ia hsp.
py hours gone by, the memory of o,sr
loss retarn., not 10 all its Erst b;t1s9,. /.
ness. but With a subdu spd ou;st r111
ness betting the silence And ia dsr1
ness. IT'S then that the heart Of -
strong maa becomes a the heart Of fhs
child. We breath S6Rly to ourselvsS
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