Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1889-01-08
CRYING FOR THE MOON.
innings and Hopes wbtc,
Come tn All Of u.

'obe IN All Of Us.
mere Is no use. In denying lit ia i,
o,ly we must all plead guilty To and
winch we commit all our lives 49,
more Or less. As children il was tho h,
aotuai mooa We wanted 1.-The nalo
siiVer crescent. or the golden harves,
moon that we could see shining az "a :
ABOVE us in the clear sky from o..
nursery window. So far .hova W.,
les; that is, after all, the grand secre,
Vi most OF our wishes In Childhood az
Wen us In later years. What we das;ro
Is SO iar of, so difficult of attainment
AS years pass by and we grow DID,
though very often not wiser. Il il NO
ionger the moon itself We want as n
pay ming; we are content by that time
!. 70 see 1t In its proper place. sbinino
p'aciu,y above, and our wondering
fancy leads US in rowing search After
va wili-o the wisps and newer liphts
sometimes one hears OF a man wast;na
his whole life in this restless cravine
Tor some objecttotally out of his reach
openings OF success are given him
honors' chances OF distinguishing him.
sell lie before him. He has univ .,
stretch out his hand and take them
but he passes them careless,v hy
perhaps because they are so accessibie
and likes his eyes and longings on nm
impossibility. He treads rutblessI y
under foot the red roses OF life which
grow about his path as he hurries hv
IN MS eager search for blue rcee He
Is man OF one idea, and that foolish
one, and the -the-wisp that he
follows leads him over marshv ground
and into many dangers; sometimes. it
may DO, TO his own destruction. Wbv
IS IT, wonder, that this longing for
the unattainable is 80 strongly i'm.
planted in our naturep And Is there
not, perhaps. greater pleasure really
In the pursuit than there would be even
IN the possession OF the desired object
ltself' Might it not happen that the
blue roses would wither at a touch
aud the much-coveted golden fruit turn
to dustand ashes, like the apples of the
Dead Sea? How seldom one comes
across person who is perfectly con-
tented with his lot in life, who has All.
solutely no crumpled rose leaf to dis
turb his rest.
sometimes our moon is riches, some
times fame and honor, and there have
been known cases OF men eating their
hearts ont for love that could never
be theirs and wasting their time and
energy in the hooking light of eyes
whose brilliancy was not for them.
Every ones individual case is different.
but the fact remains the same. We all
wantsomething We have not got; wheth-
er we should appreciate it If it were
ours is another question and, as a rule.
one not often proved. 1t is mans ma
ture to wish most ardently for that
which battles his pursuit and the more
obstacles there are in the way so much
the better. He will pass by the modest
wild flower to seek the rare exotic
whose beauty is perhaps intrinsically
less. but whose kind is rarer.
1t must be a sad thought at the end
OF n wasted life to look back on all the
long years misspent in a vain craving
for something unattainable, and to
think of tie many tangible blessings
we have left UNDECIDED as things OF
small account.
1t is of no use then to recall the loss
and the might have been, and in that
clearer light which will come to us all
then, we shall see but plainly the insig-
niticance and folly of our dreams. 1t
will seem so foolish then to have spent
our lives in pursuit of shadow which
always eluded our grasp, ard those
wasted years will never. never return
TO us. From the summit of the steep
hill we have climbed we can see, ere
we feebly totter down the other side,
our children in the golden haze of the
valley below setting off with buoyant
hearts on the same journey, only tc
meet with tho same disappointment as
Se have. And yet, if We try to i'm
press this on them, does it make them
any the wiser in their turn? 1t may be
folly, and no doubt it is so; but it is a
folly mankind will continue to cling to,
in spite of precepts and counsels, and
happy indeed are those few rare eX-
captions who obtain their hearts desire.
London Truth.
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