The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1879-08-14
From the Banner of Light.
THE SILENT WEAVERS.
BY BELLE BUSH.

never speak a hasty word
But that my heart goes grieving;
never breathe an unkind wish
But soon 1 feel the weaving
Within my own life's tangled web"
Of threads that wish revealing,
n By unseen hands placed deftly there,
Loves brighter threads concealing.
never crush a Jimid flower
By quick. or careless vending.
But that seem to feel the pang
The bruised flower heart rending.
Inever tax another's hand
: TO give me ease or pleasure,
But soon hear ayoice that says,
"Giye thou, in equal measure
never wound, by judgments harsh, 5.
A sister, Or brother,
But back the sentence comes to me,
Just as you judge another
Shall you be judged; and as you mete,
To you that shall be measured ;"
For every thought of every deed
Is by the spirit treasured.
If sanity airs I e'er assume, VI
Anothers faults disdaining,
I'm sure some secret wrong to find
The victory DER me gaining.
And when with pride walk, think
Humility is BETTER
For angels see through all disguise,
and know each stain and fetter
That mars, or binds the spirit here
To states OF intuition,
And all they counsel us, in loue
To follow Loves tuition
And hold as sacred all the forms
OF human life here given,
The least Of which but sunshineneeds
And room to grow toward heaven.
The best, imperfect, tempted oft,
And oft to passion swaying,
AS often from the heavenly way
Through weakness bllndly straying.
All hard the task that Love reveals.
And oft my heart goes grieying.
Because litc's brighter threads lie hid
Meath those my faults keep weaving
All, me I often feel the thrill
Made by their silent weaving;
And with it comes the silent jar
Ofchords within me grieving,
Whenever from my lips there falls
word of hate or scolning, @aI 4
Then quick FhesHaLova3s signal bells q
Ring out a voiceful warning
OF act unkind, unworthy one
Who hears the angels singing,
While all the answering aisles above
Are with their anthems ringing.
Whene er doubt the tender care
My footsteps ever guiding,
Or fear some good will be denied.
All then hear Loves Gliding
Loves gentle Gliding whispered low,
All apprehension shilling,
And helping me In trust to say
LII cork as God is willing. 2
And as He leads Ell follow on,
AS one who needs direction, o ii
A child that, erring oft, requires ,<.
AS oft His kind correction,
Oh, would that might thrill to songs
"That only Love is weaving,
Then would hush the meumful tone
OF chords that now keep grieving;
But many imperfections mar
The plans my heart Is weaving;
Hence. oft feel the sudden Jar 4.
VI chords within me grieving.
The more strive to find the good,
The greater seems my weakness:
| hold not yet one perfect gift
What can claim but meeknessp
On why Is this? whose hands are they
Life's web so deity weaving. -.
mat every thought. and every deed.
Must give us joy or grieving?
And woven into the curious web
Vi life must live forever?
For bright or dark, no thread can we !. !,
From wool or warp discover
All, we the weavers are. and time
Inc flying shuttle, cleaving
LIS way through all our life, with threads
81 TO give us Joy or grievng. ~
All, me to oft we feel the thrill
VI unseen fingers weaving a4
Now in, then out the web oflife
Some threads that cause us grieyipe..
On would that we, from day to day,
With shining ones n light fashion
The wondrous pattern Of our lives.
Noa0 often marred by passion.
would that the world ensphered In joy,
harmonious lives revealing,
Might rise to higher states and deeds
The darker threads concealing;
Then Love and Wisdom Joined at last
The truth from each receiving.
would make their rhythmic songs on cart
And still the voice Of grieving.
THE SHERIDAN SUIT.
Ind rrn Wo1laoo -, IL ~, ~