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The New Atmosphere

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Parent Issue
Day
23
Month
December
Year
1864
Copyright
Public Domain
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We extract fum G-ail Hiimutou's new book, " Thu New Atmotphere," its tbree closing pii.-inagi o : " O sweet iny fiiond, has'oning with bnppy steps to yoor rftiiiïhigv-morn, O my poet, siigiiir uncíer your hawthorntree tbe song t hut ne ar oun grow old, m I then n b'ird of evil omen ? Does it thunder tuwardit tho left as I pasa by ? 13o not so credulous, I tako no lustre from the golden hr gtll.aay that lies bah hidden onder thu mild haze of Bnptembcr ; bat I oulJ that fair diiy's liht liould Bhine as the brightness of the firmament Tot ever ard ever. I breat!iu no blight upua tho hawthorn, no discord to iho song; but I would the bloom v$ the ono asid tho molodv oí ♦he other w-nuld nevur die sway. Jream, O raaifleñ ! your plcasunt dreiiin ; sinp, O poet ! your happy Kongs ; biH wiiilu the ñush ot the sunrie is ruddy on your brows, ihink it not Hirange that I leuve your weet light and go down to theni who are ■ ting o the rcLjiiui ud sbadow of deuth. " Havo 1 wi ir.en this book ? It in ' but ihe voice of a thousand achiDg ' bearts. Ten thousnnd druitry lives are , wrought iuto its pagea. It 8 the eorrow of just hucIi heurta as yours, the ' diüiippoiiituieiif of just such hopen, thul j have found a record here. The gloum ', thut gathers ou these leaves is gloom that tianga orer patiiH jast au luir as your in their glad buginning. I feast my eyea od the beau;iful temple ol your promise, and I pray that you rnay go no mce outof it forever; but I can not forget that nll my lift 1 have seon way and byway strown. with the menta of temples whioh in their ' ty oí compleieness must have bten just j bb marvelous as yours. And being lully persui:ded in rny own inind thut there is a way by which tho woudious edifico inay be made os enduring as t i bright, ehall I not procluirn ie throughout all the land, unto all ihe I kabitants thereof, that the trumpet of tlie jubilee inay sound ? You sluill not inake the üarknesa your paviliion, ' civu tbo world is hung with gloom; [ but neither shall you reekon it oö'onue, ! if I cannot wholly rejoiee iu your light íof thinking of thogreat multitudei who re sittiüg in a darkness which may be ! fèlt. Todiiy is lost, but it ie not too late Lor the rnorrow. Wasted life oaa Dever be reatored ; " Thougli every siuumer green the plain, This iKirvuni cannot bloom again." " Only bevond the grave can a new life spring into beauty, and tha death of th.i ba swallowed up in victory. But for thejlives tbut have not yet been lavUbed, for the "poor little maidens" of great hearted Dr. Futher, for gentío Magdalenchen, tíery young Lenore, merry Beatrico, fkipping along their Meparate paths, eüuh to her unknown womanhood.or walking already tiirough is shadüwy ways - bow earncstly for thein do me covet the bet gift. But if they friil of thi?, shall not ono show thern how pooi and falsa and mean is ererythiug which offers itself imjtead ; how sad were tho exchango of an Weal good for a base realily; how tatal the disaster when the mered toroh pales before a grossor Hume ! Su through these ummer days, my little maid, when all sweet sumiuer ound but ocho to you the music of one low voico, add to the happy thought wiihin your heait happiest thought of all. There huil oorae a day when the samo sky that bends in blessiog aboveyour heada ball bond, - uo cloud to darkou but owly to adorn, no fogs to hido, but only mist-wreathea to deck itg blue, - soft, ■erene, and beuutif'ul, abore an earth puriöed by the samo love, which rnakes to you al! things puro, Through that new atmoftphere, iy poet, the tunelul Toioes of your song shall go, wakeniug 11 the woods to melody, summouing shy pasponse from the ever-charmed hills, naging out over the listening waters, giving and gatheriog sweetnes wherever u human hoart throbs ; till earth, all a quiver with the hrmony, shall lift Irom the dust her long-neglected lyre, uweep ooca mora to her place amopg the Btüra, and raiue agaio her hnppy roico in the unforgotüsn music of the pberes." ÍU UJirtnptt Jjjusl

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