Rensselaer Gazette, Volume 2, Number 12, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 21 July 1858 — A Poem. [ARTICLE]

A Poem.

We frequently find in the Chicago Journal, gc ms of the purest brilliancy, like the following little poem of Taylor’s: “ What a blesseld order of nature it is, that the footsfeps of Time are inaudible and noise, less, and that the beason of life, like those of the year,fare so imlistinguishably brought on in gentle progression, alnd is so blended, the one with the other, that the human being scarcely knows, except from a faint and not unpleasant sensation, that he is growing o’ 1. “So day steals intonight through the crimson curtain of twilight. So the golden gates of dawn swing round nqisless at the portals of He6ven. Even the beat of the heart is rnuflled, so that we may not know how fast it struggles out. From the building of the oak, to tjje rolling of the world, there is no clink of.the machinery. There is no noise save of the helpless waves, or the rent air groaning with the lightning's bob, or now and then, the play of Vulcan’S valves, nr 'he puny cries of insects or of men. in all dm W.orld of ours. The past is diilmb, the future silent, anil the present makes but slight ripple* like the trailing of the steamer on the quiet sea.” (g]7"Modesty is a handsome dish-cover, which makes us fancy there .must he something very good beneath it. (gjr*Earth is so kind, that just tickle her I with a hoe find she laughs with a harvest.