Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1877-03-21
For the watchman
Make Home Beautiful.

"There are many, very many ways in
which this may be accomplished not all
within the reach of every one, yet there are
none too poor to avail themselves of some
of the luxuries of pleasant home. Is there
place on earth, however high or humble,
to which simple flower may not add a
charm God makes them and scatters them
far and wide all over this beautiful world OF
ours. From the rough coast, where the waves
of the Atlantic laugh and play at your feet.
or lash themselves i'll angry billows against
the huge rocks, or perchance sobbing them
selves to sleep like tired child upon its
mothers bosom, their low murmurs fall
family on your ear-from here to the Wild
of the most distant West, even to the dool
of the red mans wigwam. are scattered these
little images, the most beautiful things God
ever made and forgot to put souls within
And they bloom not alone for the eye of
man, for there are many born to blush un-
seen and waste their sweetness on the desert
air." yet they receive the gentle dew as
freely, and are kissed by the passing breeze
Just as tenderly and the sun perhaps gives
them the warmest and brightest of her rays
If they are made and cared for thus by the
Great Creator ought they to be beneath the
notice of any of his creatures" He made
them for us to make our homes pleasant and
happy, and that with them we might make
Others happy also then why do we use them
so little aud thus deprive ourselves of so
great comfort ? A vase of flowers, fresh
with the dews of heaven, lend beauty to the
humblest home, and will be pleasant mem
ory to the children in after years. "When
all is bright and gay, and the marriage bells
ring their joyful chimes, we should fill each
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with flowers, and sing,
Bring flowers, bright flowers for the bride wear;
They were born TO blush In her shining hair"
In the sick room, where days and weeks
of weary pain have worn and wasted some
delicate form, the simplest flowers seem
to bring new life and hope to the patient
sufferer. And in some hushed and hallowed
room, where the angel of death has visited.
we may twine a wreath and plat a cross,
and cover that form with those heaven-sent
messengers, thus letting it sleep among the
flowers. And when they have been laid to
their last long rest in the peaceful bosom OF
our mother earth, we can plant above their
narrow beds flowers, fitting tributes to the
memory of departed worth. And we know
that, scattered all over the sunny South
land, there are thousands of dear, but I'M
known and unmarked graves is it not
| PHEASANT luOuDnJ lldl WIN edCH returning
| spring-time, kind nature, with lavish hand,
spreads over and around the last resting
place of those departed heroes, green grass
and beautiful flowers to tell with wordless
eloquence of coming spring, when thost
buried germs shall receive new life, and
shall come forth robed with never-fading
beauty? Yes, flowers were made to be
comfort to us through all the rough and
thorny paths of life; but first of all let us
beautify our homes with them, for they
make the humblest home attractive, and the
most costly cannot be truly beautiful with
out them.
| MAKE your home beautiful, bring TO it flowers;
Plant them around you to bud and to bloom,
| Let them give life to your loneliest hours,
| Let them give light To enliven your gloom
| II YOU can do so, oh, make 1t an Eden
| of beauty and gladness remember It's wise
Twill teach you long for the home you needing
| The heaven oi beauty beyond the blue skies.
| Make your home beautiful sure it's a duty
| Call up your little ones; teach them to walk
| Hand In hand with the wandering angel OF beauty;
| Encourage their spirits with nature To talk.
| Gather them tunnd and let them he learning
OF the bird and the buttrrfy-ever returning
| 10 him who has made all these beautiful things.
| Cluster like bees, and their honey y-,ew bring;
| Make II n temple of holy revenlings,
| And love It's bright angel with shatlOwy wing;
| Then II shall be- when afar-on HES billuw,
| Wherever your tempest-tost children flung,
They will long for the shade the home weeping Willow
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