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.aM THE SOUTHWESTERN JOURNAL.
TIE SEASONS.
~ JOHN r. SHANNON.
AUTUMN.
Tse iullins breeze that late was lie and joy,
And wandered gaily hill ana valley DER,
Slept 10 the oosom Of the dewy aow'rs,
d lolled along the top Of shady tree
Whose song was erst the song Of gaicty,
Nov tunes last sad wailing strain.
The funeral train Of summer p,ssesby,
The year sdying! mount and glade and dell,
Are dofing now The robes in which they shonc,
The handy work Of Summer and Of Spring,
and now the yellow Autumn paints them DER
Like FURNISHED gold they shine! 'Tis Gods own
work!
Their watery clouds send fs, acrossthe 'hcsv'ns
Like vessels on sea Of wavelcss blue.
Now when the sun that rises yelled in mists
Goes rushing DER the hcav'ns, the blushing fruit,
The ripsned grain, the wavy fields proclaim
His pristine power. Mark how the trees bend low
With rich and varied load. The merry tenants
CT the vcsa woods are speeding fas.away,
Save where the blackbird with his single motto
eings forth the requiem Of the fading year.
The snowy swan high in the topmost sky,
Uncsrtain, wheels bu, measures with his gaze
Ills 'rackless journey to o,her ciucs;
un' lingering look to his accustomed haun,.,--
he's gone. How sweet at eve TO roam the woods
anu view the varying dyes that deck the grove,
VI SIT on some high hill whose brow o'crhangs
Inc yellow fclds, and as the reapcr's song
Comes family surgng upwards or the wind,
Ano strikes with mellow tones upon the ear
10 watch the monarch of the day plunge down
With rapid pace the iris coloured skies.
marx! the wild chase is up, and hound and sseed
Are aboriNg through the fields. The hunters horn
ones ming'ing with the farmers song Of joy.
Turn We to scenes Of peace. Abound ,he hearth
MARX how the homcly jest goes on, and lest
lhe IRE Of laughing taunt should flame too Ugh
lis drowned in brown Octobcr's ssrnighty bowl.n
'ongth the summer trees have dotted their robes.
aateafless now they stand and SILVER in the breeze.
a's as the flying foosstepsof tho Spring,
as summer came, and breatAea its hot simeon
upon me tender nursing Of the year
!. 90 'irce alas! They withcred, fell and died;
0p' IN the harder product Of the plough
: out called forth the germ thu, padded there.
aow Autumn with its stores Of riches, gold
ias taken the summers hardy pro:.uc, up,
'aa 'ouched with lighter warmth the living eed
,a' an how oft whom glad and honest toll
, =, on the fields with eye dila,ins smile,
'"eh alive fair above, and not a flash
'''"s o'eF shs Stiffness OF the cloudlcss haav'n,
l s'' ~ncn the imassd wealth was q, our feet,
= ''0'm cloud surgcs on the splendid scene,
~ one short hour destroys the toll Of months.
: WV ''kc the ripeu'd age! The child has grown
I, A'"n"ood's stature, aud the now'rs he nurscj,
u, as" OUT child, we're blishted by the fires
y 'a NJ 'na'manhood's day. The shooting stems |
,.' ha'a'cs nature owned, Courishcd amin.
-. "nen thar manhood ncllowcd into age,
;, 'Aeh The child would spring to seize the fruit,
~ ctcf his master mind. One blow
A ron hishapd the prize, and babe him chen
focco
'A h''S''' Re bad hopai !, reap.