Brainard's Journey, an Allegory

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: ONWAKDS. LL around me was hushed in the Irriag tirrf of summer. I lay under the noidin? tree by die rirer side, cradled as it were in breeze arvJ saraLi-v: . Th leaves overhead fluttering betwixt lirht mii shafie, seemed softly murmuring their hopes and fears: image of my poor heart that rose and fell to...
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: ONWAKDS. LL around me was hushed in the Irriag tirrf of summer. I lay under the noidin? tree by die rirer side, cradled as it were in breeze arvJ saraLi-v: . Th leaves overhead fluttering betwixt lirht mii shafie, seemed softly murmuring their hopes and fears: image of my poor heart that rose and fell to every vibration of thought and feeling that now stirred within me. Long golden lines of light passed from heaven to earth, like thoughts of lore 'twixt dead and living, filling the wishful bosom of earth with plenty, joy and gladness. The silver cords of love and memory paaning from heart to heart through all the ends of the earth, seemed strung to a higher pitch in this sweet summer time; while from them, Zephyr with his feathery sweep drew Eolian torn of wil- dering sweetness. All was fair, all lovely, heavenly. I only seemed a blot on fair creation's face; I felt and thought so earthly. The rivulet on whose bank I reclined, was hastening swiftly, al- most noiselessly by, and seemed to be hurrying on an errand of grand import. My gaze fell on its rolling waters as I lay so idly there, and their hurrying mien riveted my attention. I started from my reclining posture, bent over the bank and whispered Whither, whither, rivulet? One little wave danced high and answered, Onwards. Onwards, onwards, I said back again, and Onwards, onwards, onwards, echoed and re-echoed through my heart. Onwards it went so noiselessly, so swiftly; onwards so earnestly, so unswervingly, onwards so constantly, so unchangeably, and I lay still.?Like a golden-winged angel, a sunbeam fell on the waters, I thought Has it too a mission that must be fulfilled? I looked and behold it rode on the curling wave. It was all light and life, and contrasted strangely with the dark waters i...