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On The Rhine.
Life , as it passes along the turbid stream of time , seems often to remind one of having been on the banks of the Rhine , inasmuch as on it goes , despite turnings and bendings of the stream , sweeping along with it the fragile boats ancl hopes of men , those passing moments of joy ancl pleasure , those few fading glances of undimmed happiness which , happily and mercifully , are our lot mostly now . And those of us wholike myselflike travelling for
tra-, , velling ' s sake , when they reach their journey ' s end , and "warm themselves , " as Praed sang in " Court or College , " will often gladly recall , amid life ' s arduous cares or sadder scenes , when their minds are jaded or their spirits depressed , some of those pleasant scenes they once saw on the banks of Father Rhine . To them at a long distance the vine-clad hills will appear still more graceful ; castles and hills and wondrous foliage and nestling villages
will seem endowed with more picturesque reality ; while Bonn ancl Boppart , ancl Bacharach and Bingen , and Biberich , and Coblentz , the Draohenf els ancl Ehrenbreitstein , the Nuns' Island , and Mayence , and Worms , and Mannheim , and many others that are full of graceful associations ancl legendary tale will appeal to us with redoubled and renewed interest , for that they are associated one and all with hours which can never return , and with fair faces of old truth ancl
affection , whom perhaps it will be our lot never again to see on this side the grave . If to-day , as some of us are wandering here and there in pursuit of health or pleasure , of required holiday or needful rest , we find ourselves in a little Rhine village , let us seek to enter into all the beauties of what the Germans call the " Gegend " of the " surroundings "—the " fixings , " as the Americans would , say ; and let us treasure in our minds fantastic legend and quaint
up tradition of ruined building or crumbling castle ; and one clay they will be repaid a hundredfold in those softening associations which still are able to bri ghten up solitude or relieve weariness , in that they summon up before us the gentle shadows of the past to cheer , to soothe , to comfort , aud uphold us amid the inevitable flow of the great river of Time—on , on , on , to the illimitable ocean of Eternity .
Flowers.
FLOWERS .
BY JOHN B . TABS . THEY are not ours , The fleeting flowers , But lights of God , That through the sod
Flash upward from the world beneath , — That region peopled wide with death , — And tell us , in each subtle hue , That life renewed is passing through Our world again to seek the skies , — Its native realm of Paradise .
How brief their day ! They cannot stay ; The very earth Desires their birth , And spreads her ample bosom deep , Some relic of their stay to keep
, And each in benediction flings A virtue from its dainty wings . But , lo ! she treasures it in vain ; It blooms , and vanishes again I Id ypincott ' s Magazine .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
On The Rhine.
Life , as it passes along the turbid stream of time , seems often to remind one of having been on the banks of the Rhine , inasmuch as on it goes , despite turnings and bendings of the stream , sweeping along with it the fragile boats ancl hopes of men , those passing moments of joy ancl pleasure , those few fading glances of undimmed happiness which , happily and mercifully , are our lot mostly now . And those of us wholike myselflike travelling for
tra-, , velling ' s sake , when they reach their journey ' s end , and "warm themselves , " as Praed sang in " Court or College , " will often gladly recall , amid life ' s arduous cares or sadder scenes , when their minds are jaded or their spirits depressed , some of those pleasant scenes they once saw on the banks of Father Rhine . To them at a long distance the vine-clad hills will appear still more graceful ; castles and hills and wondrous foliage and nestling villages
will seem endowed with more picturesque reality ; while Bonn ancl Boppart , ancl Bacharach and Bingen , and Biberich , and Coblentz , the Draohenf els ancl Ehrenbreitstein , the Nuns' Island , and Mayence , and Worms , and Mannheim , and many others that are full of graceful associations ancl legendary tale will appeal to us with redoubled and renewed interest , for that they are associated one and all with hours which can never return , and with fair faces of old truth ancl
affection , whom perhaps it will be our lot never again to see on this side the grave . If to-day , as some of us are wandering here and there in pursuit of health or pleasure , of required holiday or needful rest , we find ourselves in a little Rhine village , let us seek to enter into all the beauties of what the Germans call the " Gegend " of the " surroundings "—the " fixings , " as the Americans would , say ; and let us treasure in our minds fantastic legend and quaint
up tradition of ruined building or crumbling castle ; and one clay they will be repaid a hundredfold in those softening associations which still are able to bri ghten up solitude or relieve weariness , in that they summon up before us the gentle shadows of the past to cheer , to soothe , to comfort , aud uphold us amid the inevitable flow of the great river of Time—on , on , on , to the illimitable ocean of Eternity .
Flowers.
FLOWERS .
BY JOHN B . TABS . THEY are not ours , The fleeting flowers , But lights of God , That through the sod
Flash upward from the world beneath , — That region peopled wide with death , — And tell us , in each subtle hue , That life renewed is passing through Our world again to seek the skies , — Its native realm of Paradise .
How brief their day ! They cannot stay ; The very earth Desires their birth , And spreads her ample bosom deep , Some relic of their stay to keep
, And each in benediction flings A virtue from its dainty wings . But , lo ! she treasures it in vain ; It blooms , and vanishes again I Id ypincott ' s Magazine .