Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1889-01-16
CRYING FOR THE NOON.
ene Vain Longings and Hopes Which
Come to All Of Us.


kms Vain Longings and Hopes Which
Come to All of Us.
There is no use in denying tit is a
tally we must all plead guilty to, and
WRnch we commit all our lives long,
marc or less. AS children it was the
nnksaal moon we wanted-the pale,
silver crescent. or the golden harvest
goOn that we could see shining SO far
Ehuve us in the clear sky from our
aursery window. So far above us!
Yes; that is, after all, the grand secret
af most of our wishes in childhood, as
well as in later years. What we desire
E SO far off, SO difficult of attainment.
us years pass by and we grow older,
Enough very often not wiser, it is no
I0nger the moon itself we want as q
plxything; we are content by that time
TO see it in its proper place, shining
pfacidly above, and our wondering
sxncy leads us in a rowing search after
wiIl-o' the wisps and newer lights.
Sometimes one hears of a man wasting
his whole life in this restless craving
for some object totally out of his reach.
Openings of success are given him,
h0nors, chances of distinguishing him
self lie before him. He has only to
stretch out his hand and take them,
but he passes them carelessly by,
perhaps because they are SO accessible,
and fixes his eyes and longings on an
impossibility. He treads ruthlessly
under foot the red roses of life which
grow about his path as he hurries by
I'm his eager search for blue rose. He
is man of one idea, and that foolish
one, and the will-o'- the-wisp that he
follows leads him over marshy ground
and into many dangers; sometimes, 1T
may be, TO his own destruction. Why
In it, [ wonder, that this longing for
the unattainable is so strongly i'm
PLANTED in our naturep And is there
not, perhaps, greater pleasure really
I'm the pursuit than there would be even
I'M the possession of the desired object
itselfp Might it not happen that the
blue roses would wither at touch,
and the much-coveted golden fruit tuln
to dust and 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 alb
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 out for love that could never
he 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
want something 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 sad thought at the end
of wasted life to look back on all the
long years misspent in vain craving
for something unattainable, and to
think of the many tangible blessings
we have left unheeded as things of
small account.
It 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, and 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 to
meet with the same disappointment as
we 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.