Piney Woods planter and Amite union literary reflector. [volume] (Liberty, Miss.) 1838-1838, 1838-09-22

w grove,
= Or SIT oh some high hill whose brow o'crhaps
e The yellow fields, and as the reapers song
n Comes feintly surging upwards on the wind.
And stri kes with mellow tones upon the ca,
. 10 watch the monarch of the day plunp
! down,
with rapid pace the iris colored skies.
. JonN P. SHANNON.
: Another change has dawned DER tbe
t spirit OF the year. Another garment has
: mas enshiouded the Earth. 1t is now no
more the green glory of Spring. or the
deep full foliage of Summer but "Au
tumn nodding DER the yellow plain, comes
Jovial on" For now it seems as if Dame
Naturs hides her beauty, to display her
benevolence. Man no longer sees. or hears
the flowers, or birds, that were wont 10
charm him,-but the full yellow corn. the
esculent potatoe-and the countless fruits.
with which the orchards and the meadows
are strewed, all serve to remunerate him
for his pleasing and regretted loss An
tumn IS to us as sweet season of rest
and frultion-as holy time for media.
ton, and the exercise of religious feelino.
lis then, if ever, that we contemplate the
melancholy uncertainty of finite existence.
we look around about us upon the Earth
that was SO late all freshness and beoutv
and are amazed at the change which
few days have made in the aspect of ma
ture. We doubt the evidence of our own
senses! We cannot, without reluctance.
persuade ourselves that summer. with its
ten thousand charms, is gone! We can
not believe it, though there is voice that
speaks eloquently of its truth. We cannot
believe it, though we gaze upon the de-
caylng verdure Of the field, and the forest.
and say, farewell to the last sweet flow
ers OF Summer, as they stoop, one by one,
to the Autumn blast! No, we cannot be-
lleve it, though there is a voice that whis-
pers in every moan of the wind-in every
fall of the leaf-and in everv sinking Cow ]
er-of the mutibility of all things! And
does not the phlosophic observer trace in {
nature an emblem of man? Does he no, l
see that there is a palpable likeness be-
tween the Autumn of the year, and the
Autumn of life? The one succeeded nv
Winter and Spring, the other by Death. \
and Aat Spring, which the divine word G
teaches, IS eternal! Thus, This pleasant. |
though melancholy season, becomes the
narblnger of sublime conception, and in
'tructlve meditation. And to speak for r
love this impressive sea- Q
ION! IT'S indeed time ''to look through :
nature up to Natures Godr' To regard D
lin as the grand principle of Life and
love, as the Master Mind Of the Universe ID
to
'feel within ourselves,
His energy divine! he tells the heart
He meant, He made us to behold and love a
What he beholds and loves--the general lr
orb ii
vi life and being to initiate him nj
And DO benifcent and active" IL
md yet more. Autumn is beautiful :.
eason--a season, not only of meditation :"
nd religion, but of love and romance :.
lis indeed season most dear to the -
roaming and poetic mind. A time. when ~
ne gorgeous dyes of fading nature sug- ~
ests thousand rainbow visions of future 70
appIness!-a thousand enchanting pic !.
Tres of yet to be obtained felicity. Fancy :: ~
aught up as 'twere' to the third height of
lsplration-young forms, more celestial
lan the creatures of earth. float before -
le minds eye, and the enthusiasts vi ~
on is complete. Once more fine intel a,
ctual face is beaming upon our own al
ice more soft sweet voice is making !.
uslc to our soul! Fen the gentle winds WI
I'd waters near, all fall upon the ear in WI
tier sweeter melody. Yes, there is the
y coming to us from this change in the cal
ar! We feel IL, ,ce knop t.! But it of
mes slo,O-ly and hemb-ling-ly, as music ligl
TUCK Dy basniul nano, or as Iein''y ant
as moonbeams when bursting through
cloud, or as the far distant thunder when '
ard in the deep hush of night. Oh, who :, =
es not feel the majesty Of this season! ~,
he gazes through the broken clouds, up ~ o,i'
the still purer sky. az
v The glorious sun glides ina
or the earth as brightly, beautiful as Bal
er, but now nature smiles not to his en-
ice. If she does It's like the smile that i
5 in dying eyes, that beams upon its in
e moment, with supernal light--then hea
ivers-then refashes--lingers a mo- bud
mt, and all is out. And yet, Autumn is she
autiful! Like lingering loveliness a
ind the lip we adore, this season is dear j
our hearts Though Spring is gone The
h all her wild entertainments, and Sum- to
r with her full regalia of glory--still, he
years sweetest daughter is left. Au- Sou
m is left, swelling the soul with ten his
usand delicious, and never to be altered
sations of delight, The soul crowded
b winged dreams, goes out to heaven, A