Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1871-06-21
Passing AWAY.


A world-Old song, yet sung anew by
every generation
The world Of green leaves sing il, aud
We catch the song as it floats hither and
thithcr from forest sanetuary aud from
green-grOwing meadow. Up and down
the grassy slopes, where the meadow
holds the seeds of tiny plants, warming
them TO life in her bosom-io a sweet life
that will bud, aud bloom, aud fade away
through the boughs Of the maple-trees,
where the merry little sOngsters hear, but
do not heed it, as they irill the happy
summer hours away, away-among the
gardcn-beds, where dainty eolors kiudle
in the green buds!
Eyorywhere We hear the same eeascleSs
soBg-Passing Airay,
The baby sits in the sunshine, playing
with the roses at his feet, aud reaching
out his tiny hands for the little golden
Is dders that seem TO his untaught vision
to lead away into the somewhere of our
drcams--iuto that bright place where the
sun shines always, but the shadows never
come.
Perhaps he first learns what a heart
ache is as he sees the golden glimmer
eludc his grasp, and, Instead, a tiny
shadow fall upon his tiny hand
Even so, in later life, we grasp at fair
imaginatiOns, sure that they will lead us
TO yet lairer realities-yet how often to
experience heart-aGhe at the end
As the glad ndings Of the Spring runs
through the land, until it blossoms again
under the silvery showers-as even, thro'
the dark, the star of Love shines and SPAR
kles, until all the world grows bright
again---so new, happy hopes thrill our
hearts a new faith blossoms where the
dead leaves of old memories fall a whis-
per of the south wind-the color cf u new
tiower-the song Of bird--a new Gay
looking out to us from the borders of a
dark night; and we strai ghtway are COM
forted, and dream that Life and Love are
twin sisters, who will live forever, and
that, under the sunshine of their continued
presence, we shall never grow old or sor-
r0Eful.
We forget the days that are coming,
when the grasshopper shall be Il burden
and desire shall fail; and the day, only
little later, when the windows shall be
darkened and the feet of the mourners 90
about the streets,
The leaf shall grow brighter and more
beautiful; yet, when the wind of autumn
bloweth, it shall pass away, be trodden
under foot and be forgotten.
The flower shall bloom in summer beau.
ty, filling all the air with the breath Of
its fragrance; yet it, too, shall wither
away and perish from the face Of the
land.
The gentle child shall grow into man.
hood and womanhood; its child-nature
blossom with bright hopes; the balmy
air of Love blow over it, filling it with a
subtle fragrance that wooes the Death
Angel nearer with its mystical sweetness
and then, when we fold our hands in the
pleasant shadow of the evening-time, to
rest-perchance to dream an hour away
then comes the sound of that little bell,
which, rung by the hand of Time, says
" Passing Away"
May we heed the warning sound Let
the bird-songs be sweet in our cars; the
flowers be fair in our sight; but let us
mot forget that, like the grass of the field,
which to-day is, and tomorrow is cut
down, so shall We bloom here but little
while, and then be taken away !-.Satur.
day Night.