The Idaho world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1864-1918, 1875-01-09
NUMBER II.
NIGHT MUsIN0
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Twelve o'clock. midnight! All eyes but mine
are closed; all hearts bat mine are 1t rest
The night il clear, mooney and cold. Pale La:.
na floats in mild and silvery splendor amid ethe-
real mists. The snow, which lies on the
ground in patches and splotches. gleams and
qlimmers in the fitful moonlight like FURNISHED
silver in tho glare Of ton thousand lamps or, like
stembosomed lakelets meath the rays OF
setting sun. The distant, towering pines.
whose evergreen foliage contrasts 20 severely
with the ocean of leo and snow around them.
stand like spectre sentinels guarding the Sleep
ing city. Anon snow.capped mountain rears
its venerable head and towers in white and sl-
lent grandeur above the impenetrable shad-
ows that envelop its bosky feet. Not . breath OF
air, nor sound Of living voice, awakes single
chord of life: not motion of man, or beast. "
bird. creates ripple to mar the placid silence
that whelms the world Of man in forgetfulness
of itself, it's Joys and its woes.
How wonderful 10 night and how ardently
the worshiper at natures shrine loves to trend
her silent halls alone, or with one loved. devo-
ted and appreciative companion. and while tns
loud world sleeps of the fatigues and excess
es Of the day that il dead. drink in her incon-
prehensible glories. Alb. to me 'tisjoy unspeak-
able! Then. indeed, does my soul stand face
to face and converse with it's God, as Moses
did of old. Often and often have l. lured BY an
iudefnable hope, gore forth into the gloom and
loneliness of night, and with streaming eyes.
sought, with prayers and upbraidings. to wiring
from the genii of darkness aud solitude the tale
of WHY and what we are" But still the 'mys-
tery Of mysteries" is sealed with IN adamantins
seal. which Death can alone break; and he only
TO those who drink his bitter, bitter draught.
And when that night Of dread and horror comes
to me. over which no morning shall break il
this world forever, nothinks the last recOllccted
ioy will be of hours passed beneath the stars,
when the earth and her inabitants were wrap.
ped in the drapery of night, and the tumult and
strife Of being were at rest. Restt !nere -
no rest. There can be mono. Action u peace;
Victory is Joy; but Thought. alas. IL pain! ana
the mind must think. the soul must forever a.
pire to higher projections aud subiimer con-
quests over the illimitable: or falling must des-
cend to deeper deeps Of shame forever; Moth
inc il stationary; no condition 10 unalterable;
limmutabilty is but fiction Of speech; all must
advance or retrograde. Whee growth ceases
decay begins; at the end Of progfe@ stands de-
generation. Bot how vain are rounded senten-
ces and finespun theories-gropings in the dark:
We can know nothing beyond this world and
this life until we have passed beyond them and
their influences. We can dream and hope Just
as humanity has always done and always viii
do: bur we cannot kno,c, until death has opea-
ed for us the doors to that knowledge which
| lies beyond the grave. Yet who would s!-
change the beautiful hope that tells Of the life
hereafter for all Of the knowledge Of all Of the
scholars on the earth7 But my Thoughts are
beg,nine to wander. must cheek them:
| Flow on and on o, stream OF Timea
| And thou @, river Of Death. roll onl
| Higher arise. o. tower OF Thought sublime.
Grow and expand. till ALL TO man 10 knowni
Dec. 10, 1874,