Rutland herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1823-1847, 1846-10-29
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Let no man, then. turn idly away from
the lessons which the seasons arc ever teach
ing ham. For though the dark scenes o.
HES Autumn chin the soul Of the thought
lcss. strike dismay to the prufigatc and
wither the already shrivcllod heart of ava
rice--yet to the pure and wise, who have
rad Alright the book Of Nature, her winds
are soft a. summer smiles Aud though
true it is. that the chilling blasts Of Novcm-
her bring not to the feelings the bu"yancy
of Spring-lulls not ike the soft breath Of
Summer. and though, not with the singing
Of birds, the bursting of buds, aud the bios
soming Of flowers comes its chill and hollow
noaning-yct cvcHerave and sombre Nc.
vcmbcr, the lesson she teaches is far more
Instructive. 1t speaks to deeper emotions,
aud awakens thoughts and feelings that
reach beyond this state Of existence, and
take hold on the higher dcstinics Of our be-
ing, In the joyous spring time, tNo veil
which divides Us from the future, seems for
tune 10 be cast behind US. and hopes,
bright and glorious hopes, spring up, shed
ding ligh, and JOY far into the distance Of
coming years. But with the summer flow
crs perish these fond hopes. Where are
notr your aims of greatness Your clori-
Gus purposes Your hottest aspirations
Yc, who formed your resolutions in the hap
py spring time, or in the glorious Summer
Dark and drcary the future now appears to
to US, as Autumn drops again her somhrc
curtain, like pail, before us. Now our
thsughts-instead Of rioting upon the fan
cies with which the wantna spring allures
us-arc turning back upon the dreamy past
and far up the stream Of life do these
thoughts carry US.
Full, to all Of the shadows and rccollcc-
Of bye gone days are the hucs of Autumn.
The unforgotton scenes OF childhood the
recollection of happy days, and nights Of bit
ter anguish, past hours of joy and sorrow,
In memory now spring up,--Sins, long since
rcpentcd of (and we had hoped forgottcn)
come now. as come 'unbiidcn guests'-and
like the ghosts of Macbeth pass in sad re-
view before us.
"igIin ye come again you throng around me,
Dim, shadowy beings of my boyhoo1's dream,
stu shall bes a. then, your spell that bound mel
still bend to msts and NRpurs a. you seem
Nearer We COME yield me a. We found me-
In youth, your Worshiper, and rs the stream
o. air chat folds you IN it, magic wrcnths
Flow, by my lip, youths JOY my bosom Breathe.
Lost forms anil iorel onti, ye with you bringing
And dearest images OF happier day;
First love and frondship IN your path upspriuginC,
7 Like old Traditions half remembered lays, ling
And lor slept aorrcws walked whose drgc-like sing
Recalls my life. strange lnhyrinthiuo maze,
AID nance the heart mourned many stern doc m,
Ere their year, summer tummoued to the tomb
They hear not these my last song, they whose greet
ing
GlaIlcrcd my Gr.t my spring time friends have
And gone fast JourucyluG from that place Of meet
ing,
Inc cchpeS OF their welcome one ny one
Though stranger crowds, my listeners ,lEco arc
beating
Time to my music, their apilaudi"g tone
-'rc sricvcs than glad. me while the tried e. true
-'rth a., wandering far and few.
.-..-,......c,, lecp draw tIAinr
F,rtLc1,, sird{dnd ocrpow,. .dyi,~
Nv ,our', G,ut Won, 'inh, fainter like ia, 's
Tones OF the wind-harp swlng.~," ir'm the hough,
Aud my ciu0,i hcItthrob, watul-0o Il. re denying
Tear to my eyc- or fadnc-s tony brow
The H,Ir a'ar oT seem, the d.slrHi nigh,
Iae nor 4 dream; past reality"
But there are many to whom all seas.
ons are alike, ami the lessons taught by
them, are by such, deemed as Of nothing
worth Yes, to the scnsualist and the dew
otcc Of mammon, nature is ever pleading in
vain.
For him the Spring
Distils her dcu', and irom the silkrn gem
It, lucid leave unfold for hun the hand
q Autuma tiuCcs every fertile branch
With blooming gold and Dlu'hcs like tho morn.
ElcA pa,-iuC hour .hcd, tribute from her wing,
A1l -ti new beauties meet hi lonely walk
While h,, unhcciing rn-scs ON. alike
Uu,,n-c IA. 81 them ALL
As cold and cherries as the Summer Of
such mems lives arc,--coldcr lar will they
find the wind Of their HES .tutumn as it