The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1870-08-11

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arc eWgeShg va 1Rrb bH1RIFIER 1R and LIE
And tarTy here in sweet content fof eayfAtor NJ
Because an earnest whisperer within
Convinces US that this is not the end
Oflife to man, whose rising soul will pierce
The dread unknown and solve all mystery.
This daring fight to regions unexplored
Through distances untried, unnerves the will
And temptS our foolish fears
How many argue this poor life as all,
And mans career as ended at the tomb,
And make themselves no better than the flies
That frolic in the sunshine for an hour,
Then drop into the dust to rise no morei
They fight their own conviction, and attempt
To smother every mark of inborn truth,
Because, forsoothj philosophy has failed
To trace their passage to a higher sphere,
And doubly prove their Immortality.
Because they have not heard passing note
ofmelody from heavens happy fields,
Or seen a wandering angel on his course,
They lose all patience with the plans Divine,
And concentrate their all upon the hope,
The cheerless hope Of falling into naught.
They shut their eyes upon the common faith
And close their ears against the voice of love
Oh how they wrong themselves who thus ignore
life beyon the grave, and starve the soul
When mamma comes in droppings from on high
And wells Of life are springfng ali aroundl
How happy those whose hopes o'erleap the toni
And fix upon the skiesl whose faith demands
No higher proof of everlasting life
Than consciousness and revelation yield!
The stars that set, arise again; the flowers
That die, spring forth in Brighter hues;
The seasons pass, but come again in smiles,
And thus all nature catches at the truth
Reflected from the soul. The mind runs back
In memory and gathers up the past
1t builds its airy castles high in hope,
And deftly climbs into flturty,
Though tethered here so low, It scars away
Above these earthly shores through heaven's
gate,
And roams in fancy mid celestial bowers;
And must 1t then return again at last,
From all those lofty heights to these low Wales,
And hide itself forever in the dust?
The glorious sun dispenses light to all
Alike; the showers come tlnkling joyful down
Upon the waving corn, challenge not
The merit of the waiting swain,
The wicked flourish here like spreading BAYS
Whose woven branches overreach the good,
Who live like humble fiow'rets in their shade.
Humility is bearing ills in vain,
And faithfulness is toiling here for naught,
Unless q day of reconpense arise,
And Justice crown her uncompleted work,
1t can not be that One so wise and good
AS He who fashioned man and lodged him here,
Would plant within his breast lying hope,
And water there blind and foolish faith
To lead him DER smoother way to death.
We feel ourselves immortal, not because
Our fathers taught us we should live for aye
But truths come swaTming round on every hand,
That God is true; that things are what they seem;
That life is not farce, and we the dupes
OF chance.
We're only captivcs here, and dusly fiends
Keep plucking at otir chains but airy forms
O'erhead invite us up TO brighter spheres.
Then let humanity arouse ITSELF
And raise its trailing wings. Let man arise
From this low attitude and harder press
The seTaph on his flight. "FALsAM."