Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1869-11-05
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Life-..An Allegory..

behind US; then; youth; then the gears Of
ripened manhood !; then the better and, more
pleasing port Of old ago IN,
Truly, life Is but voyage, and swift one,
too, from the cradle to The gravs from time
to eternity; from nothpgness to Immortality.
Our bark sets sail from the harbor of infancy,
guided by parental affection, we float along
the placid sea over an almost unruffaed oath
way.
Innocence now takes the helm and child
hood, with it's sunt, t,e.ms and shadows, ts
little waves Of disappointment and islands of
ae%erSS it's long days of play and nights of
sweet dreams, passes away, and, ere VIC know
1t, we have rounded the bay, and are floating
rapidly over the wide e1panse of youths
smiling waters. o. how coudless and serene
are the concave heavens, and, ut night, how.
the stars twinkle and laugh at US from their
blue vaultcd height above The musical
waves curl round tho PROV Of our airy bark.
and Hplus genty lifts the silkeu sails as We
9, forward.
Far away in the distance, beautiful ilse
invites us to its shores. Unconsciously. we
draw nearer and nearer. Joy and admiration
selze us as we gaze on its glores. IT'S GOV.
cred. far as the eye can reach, with carpet
OF emerald velvet. spangled with flowers of
glorious beauty, whose odors float upon the
air Silver sparkling fountains fall into ba.
sins Of Parian marble, flow over their edges
and meandcr on between banks Of snowdrops
and lilies of the valley, that stoop to bathe
their petals in the singing waters. Whisper.
ing brerzcs rustic through groves and howera,
where birds Of surprising oveincss warble
aud twitter from spray to spray, while the
soul.entrancing strain Of the wonderful bul.
bul. ....y
''Who sings. at the last. his own death lay,
And in music and perfume dies way"
fills our heart with an ecstacy of delight.
High above, in tho canopy of heaven, gilt
ters glorious, golden star, in whose trans
cendnnt bri'liancy all else is lost With what
grandeur and sublimity it gazes down upon
U.s. and seems to shiue for US only, beckoning
US away from our Aowcry paradise of earthly
love, and drawing US onward aud upward to
that higher, purer, surer port, where we can
anchor in safety
Which shall we choose-to pause and har
Dor in this wilderness Of delights, or follow
the beckoning of yon golden guide? Heav.
en- aud enrth are contendpg for the helm.
The waters are smooth and bright, ,. -w
Like any fair lake that the bree1s is Upon, .sg
when It breaks into ddmplles, and laughs in the
The shore ia near, but the star that allures
US is away, far off, and the pillows, hard and
high, that sweep between. ,,'' I" - ~
Those Of US, who choose the former, glide
g"ily into the laughing, shining stream. An
seems joyous for a while. till we suddenly
strike upon an unseen rock, called Diasp.
poi"tment Trembling to the centre, from
the shock, we sail more slowly forward, and
if we happily escape The gulf Of Intcmperancs
and the eddy Of Dissipation, touch sre shore
Of our Eden. There we are met by lovely
band, who scatter gems and flowers around
us Fluttery, with her radiant smile and
winning voice, comes, hand in hand, with
Va'ity, among whose raven curs are twincd
flowers of every dyo. There, to,, Fortune,
sparkling with diamonds, pearls and jewels,
'o'ns upon her ivory wheel while, beyond, the
shining leaves Of Iunes lautcl crown Gust
a light around her majestic brow. = "''T I
A little skitf shoots from the shore, guided
by II being peerless in beauty, whose snowy
garmcntsl float around her sylph like form,
Confined only at the waist bya eirdle, blue
as her own ceruloan eyes Light Saxon ottls
flow over her graceful shoulders, and arei
drawn back FROM her sPotless fore cad by n d
wreath Of white moss, rose buds and gsrahi 4
um leayes, She nears our bark She enters,
Love takes the helm, r,a aa,soi,a,l,rt nvon
d On. on we 90, fearless Of every dangerI
'sd thg 81 teposhHottsa shh H,ttsa ilae we sail oareless
wh'.|'o' 81 lGSng as to'iye guides vs.; % Butt,
'a Transi nt Is Pleasure the goddess fits BY Al u
y Like wave on tho sea, likS 3 rainbow on high:
Tho oload Of misfortune, fisea fromt ,hs,
dimple$a! waters, and slowly bit surely ,ap,
pr"aches ", gathering ,StTepgth and volume
an IL comes. Where. nov, ,is the bright,
unidipg star which in our sunny ,,happy hours,
~s had eo,eo.tan Il Lot: us look Up Yes,
there itis! shihInaaith q pale, faded light'|
in the midst, Of, the bblaokened heatens. 8, %
star IT lifsg wpuld that we had but followed