Southport telegraph. [volume] (Southport, W.T. [i.e. Kenosha, Wis.]) 1840-1850, 1841-02-02
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SUMNER TWILIGHT.

know no scene more beautiful than sum
1ner twilight, when witnessed mile or so
from city; there is such q spirit Of calm
ness, an almost living and breathing lmper-
sonation of the ideal beautiful, that never
experience lis delightful pleasures, but
tears Of JOY spring in my eyes, my heart
rises with hymn Of praise 10 the giver Of
Life; and eXulingIy | eXcluim the spirit Of
beauty is yet on earth. In the sensations
of pure, unaloyed pleasure that ii creates,
forget entirely all griefs, all msFeItuacs
and trials, and remember not that in the
hali-as!ecp world before me, there are such
things as vice and misery.
What a glorious sight is that broad red
sun, as his leSscning beams bid US good
night before he rctrcs behind the distant
forest; aud those gorgeous clouds rolling in
the distance, like waves Of liquid rub.cs,
how beautiful they are. | remember when
| was a boy, have sat and gazed at them
till the gray mantle Of night, had covered
their g'ories up; and used to think, that
there, far away in the distance, was the
heaven my mother used to tell ne Of, ana
those bright clouds were the curtains that
hung round the thrones the angels sat on,
when hey sang their evening hymns TO
the Creator Of tic Universe. 1t was sim,
pie thought, but would give all my man
hood, to be again boy with all q boys
simplicity and innocence.
1t is among the greatest crjoymcnts O.
my life, TO Jake a stool out Of town every
fine evening, and seated beneath an old
burr oak, whose gnarIcd and fantastic look
ing limbs, spread ont and form an acrca-
bic shelter, rumnato upon the changes
old time hath made in this breathing world
since he was but 4 twig, that school-boy
might have bent Seated benz ath this my
lavortc old tree, dream Of impossibIitivS,
create worlds where all are fair and hap
Ply, and picture TO myself scenes Of happi-
ness whose theatre is those bright clouds
in the distance: there build bright Islands
where the sun ever shines, and the flowers
forever bloom, in land that knows no All
'umn; peoplcd by fair forms and joyous IA
.ces, whose eyes were never dImmed by any
tears but those Of happiness and enjoyment.
In this state of half drcamincss, the low
ing Of the cows, vending their way home.
to be unIaden Of their pcarIy treasures,
comes mingled with the drowsy tinkle Of
the sheep bell from some distant pasture;
then The songs Of different birds, chanting
their evcning hymns; the full, rich song Of
the brown-thrasher, who rerchcd on The
uppcrmoSt limb Of tall oak. p0urs out q
food of rich music, making the woods yo-
cal with melody; the cheerful whistle Of
the robin calling to his mate; the mcwing
cry Of the cat-blrd; the shril scream Of the
biue-iay; and occasona lily the harsh cav
of the carriOn crow, rs he sails heavily
past on his return from his loathsomc ban
quet Then mingled with these, the wind |
bears along the careless whistle Of the far
mer boy, driving his cattle to the brook |
side, the song Of the returning laborer, the !
hum Of the home ward bound bee; and cheer |
fully sounds the peal Of the old church bell |
as il calls TO evening devotions, TO return
thanks TO the giver Of life, for preservation /
through another day.
Now the sun hath sank, and the gorgeous |
clouds grow palcr and paIer, and the dark
ones that stood off in the distance, are now
extending thoirgray banners DER the whole
the distant city grows more midi
tinct, one after another, the bright stars
peep out Of the darkeacd sky E; the sounds
Of life are dying away; and the drowsy |
hum of the beetle, and the solitary and |
plant Of the whip-poor-wil, pro-
claims that now
Across the sky the clouds 'hcr dark scarfs fling,
And sleeps tie wind upon the murm uRg wave. |
As slowly on her gem hespangled wing.
The qucenly Night sweeps from her starry cave. /
PEREGRINE PENCILPOiNT. /
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