Ashtabula weekly telegraph. [volume] (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1853-1873, 1871-05-13
80 in Advance
WHOLE NUMBER Ills.


instead And to this faith we win ndd vi,,,e
and to virtue knowledge and 60 knowiedgo
temperance; aud 10 temperance patience J,
and TO patience godiness, and To- godIjness
brotheTly kindness; and 60 brotherlv kind
ness, charity. And then shall the latter day
glory begin 10 be revealed
Our own Whittier once bad vision better
Than the dreams OF Hebrew prophets, or the
ecstacies of the Isle of Patmos. give il to
close:
All grim and soiled and brown with tan.
saw strong one in his wrath,
Smiling the goddess shrines sc man
Along his path. .,.
The Church beneath her trembling dome,
Essaycd in vain her gbUsty charm;
Wealth shook within his gldcd home
With strange alarm.
| Fraud from his secret chambers. fed
Before the sunlight bursting in;
Sloth drew her pillow DER her head .
10 drown the din. .. ...r
Spare Art implored, yon holy nile.
That grand old time-worn turret spare:
Meek Reverence, kneeling in the aisle.
Cried out "lorbear!'
Gray .bearded uso who, deaf and blind.
Cropped for his old accustomed stone,
Leaned on his staff and wept TO find
His seat o'eTtlrnwn.
Yet louder rang the stern ones stroke,
Yet nearer flashed his axes gleam;
ShuddcriDg and sick at heart woke
As from a dream.
I looked; aside the dust-cIoud rolled;
The water seemed the builder, too;
Cpspringing from the ruined Old
saw the New.
Twas but the ruin Of the bad,
The wasting Of the bad and ill;
Whate'er of good the old time had
Was living still.
Calm grew the brow of him feared
The frOWn which awcd me passed away
And left behind a smile which cheered
Like breaking day.
The grain grew green on battle plains,
Ger swarded war-mound grazed the cow;
The slave stood forging from his chains
The spade and Dlow.
| Through prison walk, like heaven sent Iope.
Fresh breezes blew and sunbeams strayed ;
And, with the idle gallows rope,
The young child played.
Where the doomed victim in his cell
Had counted DER the weary hours,
Glad school girls, answering to the bell,
Came crowned with flowers.
Grown wiser for the lesson given,
fear no longer; lOr know
That where the plOwshare's deepest driven,
The best fruits grow.
The worn out rite, the old abuse,
The pious fraud transparent grown;
J The good held captive in tie use
OF wrong alone;
| These wait their doom from that great law
Which makes the past time serve to-day
And fresher life the world shall draw
| From their decay.
| o, backward boxing son of tmeI ..
The new is old, the old is new.
The cycle of a change sublime,
Still sweeping through.
So wisely taught the Indian Seer;
Destroying Seva forming Brahm,
Who wake by tufns saftl's love and fear,
Are one, the same;
| As idly as in that old day
Thou mOurnest, did thy sires repine,
So, in his time, thy child, grown gray,
Shall sigh for thine.
Yet not the less ftT them, nor thou
| The eternal steps of progress beats
| To the great anthem, calm and slow,
Which Goi repeats.
Take heart The waster builds again
| \ charmed life old Goodness hath;
| The tares may perish. but the grain
| Is not for death.
God works in all things-all obey
His great propulsion from the night ::
| HoI Wake and watch The world is gray
With morning light!