Year: 1862

soon after the meetlnS WHICH was hciu OH
Mansfield Mountain:
,yp THE PEOPLE WENT UP TO THE


MOUNTAIN.


BY MARY Z. DAVIS.
THE morn in its freshness, was pleasant and fair
For the showers of the night had made purer the


air;


While the sun, from his cloud-pillows, white as


the snow,


Sent his loveliest beams ON the village of Stowe
sweet little village where truly you'll find
The warmest of hearts 'mong people so kind.
Our Convention was over its gladness and cheer,
It's LIGHT for the soul that was darkened with fear,
It's 10y for the sorrowing, weary, oppressed,
With breathings of peace for every breast
It's hope to the mourning for earthties rent.
Its lessons of duty, truth, love and content,
Its greeting of friends, warm clasping of hands,
Binding more firmly affections bright bands,
Its hymnings of Zion, so joyful and sweet,
Each heart with devotion more fervently beat,
It's gimpses of Heaven that City of Light,
Where the Father, Earth's children shall one day


unite.


strong


In the Hand that shall lead us lfes journey


along,


We wished ere we turned to our separate homes,
To stand on the top of Mount Mansfield, who


owns
No summit as rival In Vermont's pure air,
And there return thanks for Gods goodness and
And now this bright morning with earnest good


will,


We fastened thro' valleys and up the long hill,
Near the base of the Mountain then cheerfully


trod,


The path that wound up to that Temple of God
Twas wearisome task up that rugged ascent,
Ger rocks and thro mud, still onward we went.
Yet oft by the wayside we tarried to rest,
Tho the sun fingered not in his march to the


West


Thus when we arrived at the summit Hotel
With hunger we all were acquainted full well
And if none on the Nose to do justice were


able,


think they'll admit it was done at the table.
When dinner was ended, again we arose,
And forthwith commenced the ascent of the


Nose


AT length on its height-O! that prospect sub


lime,


Faint, faint for description is language of mine.
Not fairer the beauty of Canaan, ween,
When first from the mountain by Moses twas


seen.
Afar in the East, through the silvery haze,
The heights of New Hampshire appeared to ouI


gaze,


Then the hills in the distance, blue and serene
The mountains yet nearer, all mantled with green
And the forest beneath us, like some vast domain
Faith took for an emblem of life's broad plain.
For the deep purple cloud-shadows lingering there
She likened to moments of sorrow and care,
Yet the sunbeams were round them, beyond ant


o'erhead,


More bright from the darkness those shadows hat


made.


Thus God does not leave us when sorrow is near
His face, thro' the gloom is still shining NOR


clear


Away to the West on the verge of the sky,
The dim Adrondaks were towering so high
Then calmly reposing, its surface so blue,
The Lake of Champain spread out to the view,
And tho't If so lovely it now could appear.
What would be its glory if sunset were near.
And o that rich valley, extended between
The Mountain and Lake, twas fair MS dream,
Here dotted with woodland, there emerald plain
With hillside and meadow were mingled again,
And those Sweet Homes CT beauty ON which W


looked down
Long, long may they brighten each Hamlet an


Town.


When that vast congregation with smiling SUI


prise,


Had taken view of this feast for the eyes,
We turned to the Temple, where was roem fc
the whole,


And cheerfuly waited feast for the soul,
Twas q glorious Temple, its rock-covered floor,
Whispered glory and strength are His evermore
While the sky-its blue dome, bending calml


above,


All golden and bright with the smiles Of His love
Had lessons of beauty and trust to impart.
So casting all sadness away from the heart,
With spirit uplifted afar from the sod,
Adoring we bowed to the worship of God.
How sweet was the anthem, of praise and OF JOY
a I'd meet the occasion for such glad employ;
Hes soleihnly rose, on that pure mountain air.
The son rs true eloquence--breathings of prayer
Doo,, g.,o ug in its feryor so earnest and clear,
.. tba,tt,,oe the angels were lowering near
That Lick on my spirit the breath of their wingi
As blessings the brought from the Sovereign


Kings.
Then attentive we is.tened. and well were repaid
To that pleasant discourse and remarks also mad'
And wildly, yet clearly. those high arches rung'
As the words Of ,Old Hundred devoutly "


sung.


And lastly. as sweet a. the chime of bell