Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1870-03-16
God Bless our Loved Ones.

How sensitive the heart becomes through
years Of love How dear day by day, and
! year by year, grow the darings whom Goo
hath given US, aud blessed us in giving Al
night when the days turmoil Is over. and
the evening Of healthiul recreation is past
when the wcary head seeks its pillow, and the
troubled mind lays asideits pressure Of world
| ly care-then the heart goes out to It's treas.
urcs and the involuntary PRAYER ascends for
blessings upon the loved ones. God give them
comfort and joy make their hearts to sing
scatter the clouds which encompass them, and
show them the clear bright sun Of Hismercy
which never ceases to shine How gladly ii
we could, would we place our arm beneath
them and bear them above the sorrows Of
| life. We would not only share their grief
but, if God would permit, we would bear il
IN their stead, that their hearts might ever be
light, and their faces shine forever in sweet
content. But every heart must know its own
grief, and the best we may do is to Tighten
the weight by such sympathy and aid as lie
within our power and this is much. pres
sure Of the hand, word of cheer a look, a
toue-any expression which comes from a
true and loyal heart will bear the heavenly
blessing, and prove Gods messenger for good.
God Jiess our l9red ones. May their secret
sorrows be opened to His mercifu eye may
the sad forbodings which come Of physical
Ills be turned to hopeiulness through return
ing health If lie's responsibilities press
with cruel weight upon the already over.
burdonod heart, may strength be given equal
to the task, aud may way be opened leading
out Of the depths Of darkness into the broad
sunlight Of His love.
IT, in its weariness and distraction, the
loved heart grows rebellious, and seeks to
thwart the plans of Omniscience NAV wisdom
be given to see that even sorrow has its uses,
and that childlike dependence upon the
goodness Of God is not merely a duty but an
act Of faith, which brings its reward of peace
and joy,-God bless o'r lorel o,es, and those
they love If the cares which lie heaviest
on the heart take in the present and future
good Of dependent souls, may He, who even
counts the hair upon our heads. and who
heedeth the sparrow when it falls, cause His
proyidential care to surround and protect
these dear ones, and thus bring joy and rest
to the perpexed and weary soul.
And who among ut all have not lored ones.
to whom our hearts 90 out liz daily commun-
ion; who live ever in our thoughts, and are
part and parcel Of every wish and aspiration
for whom our prayers constantly ascend, and
in whom our very lives are wrapped up ?
God pity the poor dead, msery soul that
cannot find comfort in the happiness of others.
The heart that dwells constantly in the dun
geou of selfshness-that has not felt the
warmth and liie.giving yigor Of genuine
human passion-ihat entrenches itself behind
the barrcades Of mammon and self-righteous-
ness, and gloats upon the superior dscernment
and cunning which prompts it to turn away
the protiers of friendship aud love, as it would
spurn a ragged beggar from the door-for
such this bright world was not made To
such what meaning can there be in the beau.
tilul things which come from Gods hand
the bright summer days, the breath of spring,
aden with the perfume Of flowers, the song of
birds, the cheerful greetings of friends, the
glad heart-pulse which speaks OF the diyinest
Of all human emotions the love which out
lives all sorrow, and grief, and discomfort and
misunderstanding, and even mortal life and
which, it is blessed to know, will begin on the
other side only to grow brighter and brighter
throughout eternity
God pity the unoying and unloyed and
bless, with such joy, and peace, and heavenly
comfort as cannot come from earth, our lored
ones i-Paokards Monthly.