The weekly Panola star. [volume] (Panola, Miss.) 1857-1881, 1870-01-22

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tho helm.
o., oH we go, learIea Of evryl
dangtr' Round tlfr enchanted isir |
wc ail, tafcles whittier, 10 long a. !
love rullcl us I'ut
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tistsvtttoa ihs .ss ssi.tsttinbov un h.ft
The cloud of misfortune rises
from The dimplcl waters, and .lowly |
but surely approaches ~, gathering
volume aud strength IA II comes.
Where, now, ia The bright, guiding
star which IN our sunny, happy
hours, we had lorgottenl Let ~
look up. Yea. There It 10 shining
with q pale, faded light in the midst
of the blackcned heavens. q, star
OF life. would that we had but fol
lowed thee But, harkl the storm
OF woe aud sorrow bursts upon our
trembling bark. The lightning of
Calamity has struck ourrilot down.
Love lies dead, and the cold sea
waves dashing over the deck, lift
her long floating ringlcts, and kiss
her marble brow.
Without guido, We toss upon
the angry pillows, rocking, mast and
sail; yet still
"Thc hull drives on, though mast and sail be
torn,
The day drOgs through though storms keep out
the sun,
And thus the heart viii break, yet broken live
on
Shoals OF disease, poverty and I'M
,, kindness surround US. Our span oI
life is nearly sped. Manhood u
gone. Old age guides the the shat
tered wreck with feeble and unsten
> DIV hand. Sometimes we are los
; in the quick-sands of Ingratitudc
sometimes we 60 TO pieces on tn
!, Rock of fTreachery, or are cngulle'
in the whirlpool OF Despair. s
!. ends the voyage of life with thos
:, who fix their hearts aud affection
;. upon the fatal, fleeting pleasures {
this world, and take for their guid
z the passions of poor humanity
= Those of us who turn our cy'
- from the fascinating isle OF beau'
~ ~ to the brilliant orb above, and ste
y, our vessel by its light, glide swift
"Oer the clad waters OF the dark blue sca,
Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls
free"
10. And though we may at first feel
pang of regret IN leaving the fal
Of land, yet it will gradually grow le
an till all Is lost in the absorbing hol
N. of gaining our haven.
- Yet, let us not for n nome
~ dream that our voyage is to
us all calm and peaceful. Even no
ur ere the meridian of life is reach'
90 dark green pillows are rolling I
- wards us-innumerablc clouds c
a., scurc the hitherto bright horizt
and loud winds howl over the wi
,,o ocean. But we tear down the silk
a. canvas of Pleasure and Vanity, a
Of run up the mainsail of Virtue.
nd vain do storms rage around
-, Faith stands at the helm, and gui'
.ht our bark with unerring hal
Strongis Faith, and if we do
- = !, trust to her guidance, she will sur
lead us to the port of Heaven
hat safety
and On the Prov ofour vessel, lean
hat on silver anchor, is one m
beautiful than words have power
NOR paint. Her name is Hope. I
hin. white arm is raised to Heaven,
or n the moveless finger points eve
non the star of divine love, which gr'
int brighter and larger as the clio
rom thicken.
for The prime Of life has swept
the and we know it not. The chest
,ddv locks have given place to 81
. of hairs that cover furrows made
bv Care on the once smooth bI
and The eye haa become dim with
NTH and has lost its brilliancy,
o;ce. when it is lifted to that star,
nifty, changed into a sun, whose
are kindle it with an uncarthly and
here. mortal lustre. Before us
dia- the dismal waters Of the rive
upon Death, black as Acbcron; but
|. the fear them not-we do not drca
aurcl enter in, for beyond, we behold
mo long souoht home. Our bar