Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1876-01-14
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"Othcr days-their guicess pleasures
Steal like shadows DER my mind
Come their memories,
Whispering melodies,
Telling sweet of lies lost treasures
Golden ruins strewn behind.
Memory wakes all recollections-
Slumbering voices of The past,
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To those who have passed into the
" sere and yellow leaf" or have reached
that period when the fierce and angry
storms of life have subsidized, and when
that splendid calm, which fingers on the
horizon, is throwing it's mellow influence,
then it is that memory comes bubbling
up from the billowy bosom of the past to
tell of other days; other days, when every
rosy morn as she grew into royal beauty,
throwing out her crimson banners with
which to light up llfe's joyous panorama,
all throbbing with hope and with prom
Use Other days, when the little flowers,
which grew and bloomcd around the
hearth-stonc, opened their delicate petals
under fathers care and a mothers ten
der love How such hallowed recollcc-
tons warm the hearts Of those who have
successfully manned the storms-how
encouraging to those who are still strug-
Cling with the maddcned waters. for Of
him upon whom the past has lost all hold
and that rudder of memory by which
most men steer their course DER life's
troubled ocean is cast away, he is soon
drifting upon his careless course, the YER
lest plaything of the winds and the
waves
Other days--chldbood days--how their
silvery-belled moments again seem to
ring out their merry chimes, and tell of
sweet and innocent pleasures Of the Sab
bath morn, Chat day so tedious to the
trining Of carth-so full of beautiful re-
pose and calmness to the earnest aud
hcavenly-minded,) when we assembled
and listened to that old story of love which
will never end while the stars of the
morning sing together; what Springs,
what Summers what golden Autums
then were ours, the whole year was one
gush Of gladness.
Other days-boyhood days-days ere
grim vsaged care bad thrown its murky
and chilling vapors around the light and
joyous heart ere the baser passions Of
our nature had waecd successful war
fare and left traces Of its blackened and
triumphant march on the purity and in
nocence Of its soul days at the old home
stead, in the dark old house which had
81, 81 Il
years. and from which we had looked 50
timidly out upon the future and pondered
of the great untried world outspread I'M
der the stars days at the foot of the old
playground, close under the shade Of the
trees, how many "reminiscences cluster
around these happy hours-how green
and pleasant their memo:ies-how bal
lowed their thousand associations-ho
feeble is language to describe their beau
ties or depict their guilelcss pleasures
days in which hope put forth her earliest
buds and folded in their tiny leaflets
little false Pickering ray, fer how many
young heart has dreamed hopefully Of
the future which contained for it nothing
but grave.
Other days-days of ripening man
hood-days in which ambition first kind
led her fires and imagination reared her
jasper walls-when firm resolutions, no
bic purposes, high aspirations were crys-
talized, aud we stepped out upon the
great theatre of action to fight despe-
rate hand to hand encounter with the stern
realities of life daysof mingled pleasure
and strife--here blackened with disapoint-
ment. here mirrored with JOY and beauty;
days Of clinging responsibilities, Of ter
rifle emergencies, of blighted hopes
who. whether be is resting by the way
or is lingering in the grey Of the fading
twilight has forgotten the chcckered
scenes Of this great and trying drama in
the history Of life ? To some II may
have been a comparatively easy journey.
one continuous sunburst Of pleasure
odor If Astsrnrs and tho tuur.,nripg ,,r