Love The Way You Lie

December 20, 2011

In the horizon that bounded

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In the horizon that bounded

an assenting smile; and the rest of the evening was employed in arranging this romantic excursioThey all yrent out to have a. better view of the azurecrowned peak, and lingered till evening set a brilliant diamond on its brow, and then another, till it was encircled by a sparkling bandeau of starry gem Beautiful did it look, invested with the regality of heaven, in the stillness of the midsummer night.” What wa£ the name of this beautiful mountain ?” perhaps some young geographer may ask;. tracing the outlines of the map of imagination, undecided where to paus Its name might be told,for it has a name, and it was baptized with the mists of morning, and the dews of evening,and it is a sweet, euphonious name, given by the Indians, who once hunted at its bas But let it now be incog.Reader! art thou a stranger, far from the home of thy childhood, and the scenes of thy youth? Does not the thought of the green fields and blue hills of thy native soil make thy pulses quicken, and thy cheek glow? Do you not seem to sit once more under the shade of some dear, familiar tree, planted by the hand of your forefathers, and feel the same gale that fanned your infant brow, rustling through its leaves ? your vision, was there one lone hill, rising, like an angel’s throne, above the valley that encircled it, which caught the first gleam of the rising sun, and arrested its last purple ray ? And has not your mother directed your young eye to its summit, and talked to you of the days of old, when God came down upon the mountains, and hallowed them with His presence ? Of Sinai, with its thunders aikd lightnings, and thick smoke; of Nebo, where the aged prophet sat and gazed upon that land he was not permitted to enter; or of Calvary, once stained with the Redeemer’s blood T If there is one spot among the granite hills, round which such associations cluster, imagine this to be the same, and it will be sacred in your eyeBy the rising sun,no: it was long before the rising sun, that Estelle wakened, roused her sisters, and knocked at her brother’s door. They were to have a rery early breakfast, so as to start before the heat of the day commence She had hardly closed her eyes the whole night.

 

 

 

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