Vermont telegraph. [volume] (Brandon [Vt.]) 1828-1843, 1842-07-20
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Had walked in beauty from afar.
Now, while his gIitteing wheels advance, :,
He forward casts an ardent glance,
With beauty beaming in his face
All radiant with the light of love;
And Fastening from his home above
He meets her with fond embrace
Upon the sIoping mountain-side;
And, from the fair cheek of his bride,
He wipes away the tears of dew,
Which Night with rude advances drew.
And see in yonder glen so fair,
He hath raised her delicate veil of mist,
And while the rose-bush mantled there,
Her blooming cheek in rapture kissed.
The woodlands scattered round about,
Have flung their shadowy foliage out,
To veil the glorious temple, where
The thousand songs Of gladness rise,
Stirring the mornings balmy air.
With alltheir blending melodies;
And wide, their leafy skirts between,
The meadows show in lighter green,
Where, half concealed upon its bed,
BY the long grass o'er-canopied.
The modest violet droops IFS head;
And yellow daises deck the ground,
Which strown along the verdant vale,
Like fairy iegions scattered round,
All panoplied in golden mail.
Oh! beautiful is the forest now
In summers green array.
As pours, Ger every waving Dough,
The golden flood Of day,
The aspen's quivering leaflets dance
To the song of the passing breeze,
And brighten, in the sunbeam's glance,
The dark-spired cedar-trees.
Deeply the tall pine signs in the blast,
To find that summer hath come at last
And its day ofsnvivalled green hath passed;
The fragrant birch with each tassel'd stem,
New-crowned with leafy diadem,
1t shakes with glee at the gloomy old tree,
Which once looked on it so scornfully.
The mulberry opens its golden leaves, II
Yellow as Autumn's ripened sheaves;
And the paple lifts its head to view,
But coIored, with deeper hue;
The graceful elm, the pride of trees,
filings its 1.-THE branches to the breeze.
Half up the mountains rugged side,
The tall ash stands erectin pride;
And all along the hill, is spread
The chestnut with its leafy head; Fl
And there the firm fock-rooted oak
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As in defiance Of the stroke
~ Which thunders through its knotty form.
Amid the leafy boughs of June,
The birds pour out their merry tune,
The mii,gling songs Of grateful praise,
In varied, but unceasing lays
The robin chirps upon his tree,
In answer to the chick-a-dee,
The cat-bird, bobolink and quail
Sing to each other in the vale;
Around the cottage-home are heard
The little wren and chirping-bird;
And on the barn, the purple dove
L whispering to his mate Of love. NJ
From flower to flower the hum-bird fits,
The blue-bird on his walnut sits,
Ard on the shady hazel bush
Melodious sings the merry thrush;
The twittering swallow cleaves the air,
Wheeling m swift gyrations there,
The thieving owl, till day is gone,
Creeps TO the marshes, dusk and low;
And from the growing fields Of corn
The king-bird drives the coward crow;
High towering on extended vans,
Or swimming through the liquid way,
The robber hawk the farm-yard scans,
Searching with eagle eye his prey;
AID when the sleeping earth is still,
And every voice Of day is dumb,
The glad notes Of the whip-Poor-wi'l
Along the cool air come;
And urchins gaze with wonder brief
To hear the night-hawk crying "best!'
Thus, from the matin Of the lark,
Until the sunless heaven is dark,
The thousand warblers pour their song
Into the listening ear of Day:
And, as his chario. rolls along,
Sing still the merry hours away
Breathing the sweet-linked harmonies
In ever-varying tones, that rise
Toheaven, with every mystic word
Fast echoed by the mocking-bird;
While sterner children of the air,
With cruel talons seize their prey;
Or, hiding from The mornings glare,
Await the hour of dying day.
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