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Tlionglits oti tho First White BI«ir as it fell from my Healt;l, Oet ltd, 18B2.A hair of silver whiteness. Sike the first1faded leaf of early auIu:n 11, has jest fall i mi silently upon the table beside me It • has not the sound of the resiling leaf ofwAutumn, but to me there is a sad and j | touching eloquence in its teaching. The | leaf lives and blooms again in after sum-met’S; alas, there is hut one summer and one autumn in life. The mortal tenement of clay awakes not from the grave of Its winter sleep to again Jive on in the beauty and greenness of early youth, Childhood springs not again from the mould of life’s autumn decay.A white hair! Well, thou warnest me,! vears have been busv in mv locks. The« ifirst silent driftings of life’s winter are quietly and gently lodging then*. Thu : season is passing; we have no dread of! old age. To me there is beauty and j j sublimity in honorable Old age. iVV } involuntarily reverence the, forms which; bear the marks of active life, of years t*f I storm. Gray hairs are sacred. Do we Inot love the eld with a more hallowing love because of those who are yet mooed by the old paternal heart?A white l.nir! Such whitened ones:= f’henceforth will thicken on oar brow.—: More and more frequently limy will be ; billing. Willi the summers nn:i sunny■memories of childhood yet fresh and {unfading in ti:e hear!, the white hairs of; {decay ate falling beside, md ’lie bud and bloom iialil been eMsi ly followed hv i the •'sear and the Yellow leaf.” And the4 *! Years—so quickly have tln*v gone bv!I - * v *TI h is so—that hair came from my own 1 th'mncct locks And vet when I lookt • * •i hack, it seems but yes i end ay that r.t the | old homestead on Tug II i J I, and in the;P *'quiet school room close by the clear and happy Sugar tivev, I leaped and played .at Jspy, and laughed with such childA't• gk*e,nit!i the happy baud of girls and | hovs, all unconscious of the stern realitiesI V! of life, with the horizon of years farawayj and uinhoujmt of It is but a si to from •\ this day, to the ear! v suing! inu*. of life V r 1 |! vet what a in oud hauls, fi.-id lies between.'• *! Well—sveil, lor \ln huiis wLiitm and; fii 11 Be mine the U*k of keeping their.!'footprints IVlt; m tanning (lie nimjorfa!•:rniult;l, lei the itKekciutil faeuilics imnv »i t. j hii^liter and fro her each advancing’]vein* Thu outer wnllh mav ^row wemii*: •* wI or beaten, but the light of other days.: sha'd bum bt igh'er wibin. Tbt* wiu'.er jeven ujav come, but under the warm glow' v 'of sunny memories, and of hope, the flowers of mii.nl shuii bioum without fad mg. — The loves and hopes of Uie past—all its jij !- • fik*ndships—shall live perennial through I {all the years of life, while u thousand1• kmemories and affections shall cling closely to the last.A white hair! I’ll heed the silent, yet impressive*, monitor. It tell’s me, .Mary, that the day of labor is wasting, and theinight cometh by and by when we can ' ; toil not—Welcome, then, the life battles to come. In full harness then, it is best for us to await the going down of life’s sun, to travel down life's rugged road, and ; quietly pass the great loll gate, whose hinges swing but one wav. and the en-Q 3 * Itrance fee is death.To Mary A Phelps, by II. B. Phelps.
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Beaver Dam Argus
Beaver Dam, Wisconsin, US
Fri, Nov 14, 1862
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