Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1870-06-17
Communications.
Written for the Vermont PhGnir.
a uV.ORD TO THE HOMELESS.

Mr.. Editor About year ago, l think,
l read an article in your paper entitled
mo Home" in which the writer took a
very lugubrious view of that condition in
life which does not claim the ownership of
four brick walls with the caresses of family
ties and loving relationship. The moment
l read 1t said, l will answer that next
week. But my Pegasus" is constantly
seeing light ahead, toward which he is ever
bearing me, and ii is is only now as 1 halt
a while to rest in one of your delightful
Green Mountain hooks, that 1 have found
time to effect my resolve in sending to you
the bright side to mo Home" which, il
you deem worthy, will you DO so kind as
to give place in your very highly appre-
ciated columns.
Now every child of earth can claim fos-
ter parentage in God and nature, although
that type of heaven, happy home, is not
to be ignored. To be thrown out upon the
world, especially if il be woman, is
thought by some to be the acme of all earth
ly ills. Why this distrustP We cannot
fail to see with what beauty and perfection
the great Architect has adapted His crea-
tions to the wants of every minor creature.
And in ascending the region of humanity
there too, He has declared "My strength is
sufficient for thee" The soft and genial
air comes laden with messages of love, ev-
cry flower and plant yields its rich fra
GRANGE, while upon each little petal is trac-
ed in eligible characters "God is love-"
But have your purest motives been misun-
II lot n.;,
you thought to find an angel you were
pierced with the tips of harm, just staunch
the wounds with the balm of pure con-
science. "Send your fist in the worlds
face" and defy its power to harm you. For
every calumniator there will be multi
piled number of defenders. This planet
with all its rough conglomerate masses,
leans visibly towards the right. 1t is a
great thing to be a man, Il woman. Frail
humanity cannot be held to an absolute
standard. We do not gather Gigs of this
ties"
"The homeless alone in lifes battle
alone with themselves and God" l al
ways consider it very complimentary of
God when He places me under severe dis.
cipline and leads me to some dark cavern
of sorrow where none but Himself can gain
admittance. What if one be a lonely out
cast? What if the dungeon be ones doom?
If it comes TO that, heaven is still accessi-
bic. This is but beings first ray. 1t mat
ters little how or where life is past so long
as it fits us for ahigher. Surely, under Or
binary circumstances, who would be sad
and lonelyP Every soul possesses within
itself a something TO rejoice over. If pos
sessed of a talent there is joy in improving
it. There is a joy in living, in combating
with life, and if we possess true and earn
est hearts we shall never be overcome.
Take Christ then for pattern forgetting
self. If sorrowful, pray, and help will
come. Trust, trust earth, trust heaven, and
as the suns eflulgent beams peering above
the horizon, disperse the mist and clouds.
giving to creation hue of light and beauty,
so the rays of Divine light, shedding upon
us their unerring influence, reinspire the
whole being with new and joyful emotions.
love the great world. God reigns in it.
love TO hear its great pulse throb, to throw
myself into its very heart, and read upon
it earnest honest faces, 81 seek, 1 seek"
while involuntarily put up petition that
they may find. love to cherish the sweet
feeling of security as l wend my way
through its crowded marts, ever and anon
catching its trusting glances, receiving its
manifold tavors, by the nature of which l
know can only come from the true and
good. love the gentle influences of little
children as they gather around me, and the
little hands which steal silently into mine
and nestle confidingly there, teaches me
the truthful lesson of love and trust.
S., c, r.,