Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1845-08-07

MADE her lreSsy forehead ulin;-
Thus she stood amid the stocks,
Pruising God with sweetest looks;
Sue, said, heaven did not mean,
Where reap thou should but glean
Lay thy sheal adown and come,
Share my harvest and my home.
BALLAD.
SIGH on, sad heart, for Loves eclipse
And Beauty's aircst queen,
Though I is not for my peasant lips
10 soil her name between:
A king might lay his scepter down,
But am poor and nought;
The brow should wear Il golden crown
That wears her in its thought
The diamonds CHANGING in her hair
Whose sudden beams surprise,
Nigh, bid such humble hopes beware
The CHANGING of her eyes,
Yet looking once, looked TOO long,
And If my love is sin,
Death follows ON the heels Of wrong,
And kills the crime within.
Her dress seemed wove of lily leaves,
1t was 80 pure and fine;
o lofty wears and lowly wcaves,
Hut h,dJar ,ro,, 10 ,,iro
And Ln,n.In hoso Rms, s,ao'nn,,,
Where gartered princes stand;
But may he wear my love at heart
THAT wins her lily hand
AIpsI thera's far Ctom'russ Criezeet
10 silks aud satin gowns,
Rut dopb if God made like degrees
In cOufIly ncnrtsand Clowns'
NV Guher yr3nrcd maiden = m,r,h
And broyuhI her cheeks 10 blumc
And all that's lordiy of my bnth
Is my reprouch and shame!
,r.. - ,,..
Is s"!' w We, .,', - '"'I, !" S's"'
~ 'T''' ' h., 'u,o SPeG'n'
i'' S"',' wv ""pPy pe".'s W me-
:, wy "I,S may "o,o' 'e'c"'
ie' W SI ~ Eone' 9 en lou! P''"o
M, i,, "! ,, a", oI T,'"t '"' "uI" IL,
ms ' n,' was nV",! o"'n anu "'eu,
"o"s" "'' '"' ''S' was '''e""'
Such love as mine 10 tell:
Yet had | words, dare not speak
So, Lady, fare thee well!
Will not wish the better state
Was one Of low degree,
Bul must weep thai partial Fate
Made such chnri OF ne.
-.
ODl-AUTUMN.
SAW old Autumn in the n,istv morn
Stand shadowIess like Silence, listening
To silence, for no lonely bird would sing
Into his hollow car from woods lororn,
" N"r ,o"'y ntose no' So,n''E lnoln'-
,, '.I' l"'.7 Wv 'o.NI ,',' c uTTy "'I"'
W '''' '%ns'Gu spiS'''e' ,',"' ro. w n,sn''
l'o''"s MS coroner Oh so'uc" CON-
II.
Where are The songs Of Summer?-Wh the sun -,
Dp' ming the dusIlv cyIids of the south,
riII shade and silence waken up ms one,
And Morning sings with warm odorous mouth.
" here are the merry birfs,--Away, away,
IN painting wings through the inccment skies,
Les, owls should prey
Udazzed at noon day,
And tear with horny beak their lusrous eyes
Ill.
,,L... r...,
,'J'U "'I ' D'"'"'' VI Iu'''',o te west
vh,m 71o'',,,rJ VA L,,s,IIa,, ,;.l',
ike ,enlrul prosrrn,nr sn,tched from hnr ao,yo,s
70 most gloomy breast
Nhcre is the pride oGSumner the green prime
Ihe many, many leaves all twinkng? -'Three
IN the n,Ossed elm; three on the naked lime
one upon the old oak tree,
Where is the Day ads immoraIry;--
lone INTO mourntul cypress and dark yew,
u wearing the long gloomy winter though
In the smooth hoIIy's green eternity.
Nv.
Via sonirro, nl,,,, ~ II, ,ooo,,n,;,holLo,,
Wv, I"'iv' s''T,S y" US "oGI"'
o ""iI ''''' '''""'' WV" 5''"''' WI" ''P'
s And hanoi. Loo. hn,.o, ,,.oJ
,bo sweets If simmer !, ,bo;r In.ciors col,s.
he swallows all have winge across the main,
tut here the Autumn melancholy dweIs.
A',I Ss,'S ne' 'ea'tul 'Pe.s
'"s A I,'' oe. "Ions s'''''"' u WV p''''
Upon mossey stone,
he SITS ood Ieckons up the dead anG gone
" nm n .ne D a a; leaves Tor Ioye,rosary'
ike dim nic'nre Of ,b "V %ro ,DoH' u,e"'
Il The hushed minds's mysterious far away,
onbtru what ghostly thing will steal the last
Ito that distance grey upon the grey
V,
90 and SIT with her, and be o'ershaded
n"er Inc I'nsH'd downfall Ell hcr h1'r'
MN 5"r r, Co,T o V' '.oWe oa ,I"er
here is enough of withered every where
o make her bowcr-nnd pnouoh oc gloom: