Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1845-10-16
POETRY.
j A N L M c r. r A.
by WILLIAM HERBERT.

BY WILLIAM HERBERT.
1t was a brilliant Autumn time
The most brilliant time of all,
When the gorgeous woods are cleaning
Ere the leaves begin to fall
When the maple boughs are crimson,
And the hickory shines like gold,
And the moons are sultry hot,
And the nights are frosty cold.
When the country has no green,
Save the sword. grass by the rilI
And the willows in the valley
And the pine upon The hull;
When the pippin leave the Dough,
And the sumach's fruit is red
And the quail is piping loud
From the buck wheat where he fed.
When the sky is blue as steel,
And the riveY clear as glass,
When the mist on the mountain,
And the fret work on the grass;
When the harvests are all housed
And the farmers work is done,
And the Stubbles are deserted
For the fox-hound and the gun,
1t was a brilliant Autumn time
When the army of the North,
With its cannon, and drlgoons,
And its rhemcn, enc FORTH
Through the country all abroad
There was spread mighty fear,
OF the Indians in the van,
And the uessians in the rear
There was spread a mighty terror,
And the bravest souls were faint,
For the shaven chiefs we're mustered
In their scalp locks and their paint;
And the forest was alive
And tramp Of the warrior men
Scared the eagle from his eyry,
And the grey wolf from his den.
From the bold Burgoync was marching,
With his thousands marching down,
TO the battle with the people
To the bsille for the crown.
But Strake he lay at Bennington,
BY the lIoosicks waters bright,
And Arnold aud his forces
Gathered thick on Behmus' height
Fort Edward on the Hudson,
1t was guarded night and day,
BY Van VecIten and his woodmen--
Right sturdy woodmen they!
Fort Edward Oh the Hudson,
1t was guarded day and night,
Oh! but early in the morning
! saw bitter sight!
A bitter sight, ard fearful!
And a shameful deed of blood!
All the plain was cleared around,
But the slopes were thick with wood,
And mighty pine stood there,
On the sumt OF the hill,
And bright spring rose beneath it,
With low aud liquid iril-
And little way below,
All with vine-boughs overrun,
A whlle-waIled cot was sleeping
There that shameful deed was done!
Oh! il was the blythest morning,
In the brilliant Autumn time,
The sun shone never brighter
When the year was in its prime.
But a maiden fair was weeping
In that cottage day by day,
Wo she was, and worn with watching
For her true love far away.
He was bearing noble arms
Noble arms for EnglanI's king!
She was waiting sad and fearful,
Near the pine tree, near the spring.
Weary waiting for his coming
Yet she feared not; for she knew
That her lovers name would guard her,
That her lovers heart was true.
True he was; nor did forget,
As he marched the wild woods through
Her to whom his troth was pllghted
BY the Hudson's waters blue.
He bethought him ofthe madness
And the fury of the strife;
He bethought him Of the peril
To that dear and precious life;
So he called an Indian chief,
In his paint and war array
Oh! il was cursed thought,
Oil it was a luckless day.
"Go!" he said, "and seek my lady
BY Fort Edward where she lies;
Have her hither to the camp! q,
She shall prove worthy prize!'
And he charged him with letter,
With letter TO his DEAR
Bidding her to follow freely,
And that nothing she should fear
Lightly, brightly. rose the sun-