Herald of the times, and Rhode Islander. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1846-1849, 1847-09-30
Written lor the Herald aud IhOdc-islander
AUTUMN.
BY WILLIAM. ~. CRASsroS.

BY WILLIAM. n. cRASsroS.
Month of my bsat r. september bland
When ra4iss aJincr brcalhod heI last,
She placed a sccprle IA Thy hand,
Her robe around thee cast.
That Sceptre soon will broken be
That bright robe cease To cover thee,
For God he wide Earth made
A scroll Inscribed with thlS decree
1hy iorciicst things must tade
HosNgR.
Glorious season OF all the divisions Of he
year, tbs Is by lar the most Icsplend'nl It Is a.
time for profound meditallon,puf thought ana
deep converse with oar own heart. here j. a
stiffness ia nature, q quiet beauty IN her ladug
9loueS, and a mouulul grandeur ~ hsf WITH
rrlu2 lovelIneNS, which arouse all oul dormdhI
faculties, re-anlmate our better aud hoher ieel'
mgs, and inspire the reflective mind WIN the
nublesl aspirations and he most unearhly de-
sircs At tins season of the year, invariably
think OF the beautiful lines of Bryant
- The melancholy days are come the saddcsl
of the year
OF Wailng winds, and naked woods aud mea-
dowS brown and scar,
IIeaped in the hoIowN Of The grove, the wlther-
ed leaves lIe dead;
They rustic to The edd! gust, and to the
rabbit tread
Where are the flowers, the fair young flow
erS, that lately ,prang and stood
In brighter light and softer ans, beautcous
S>ierhood
Alas they all are in their graves, the gentle
race Of flowers
Are lying in their lowy beds, with The fair and
good Of ouiS'
- The rain is falling where they lie, but the
cold November rain.
Calls not, from out the gloomy eaIth the love
~ ones ag2ln.'
In all ages of the world, and among every
people poets have made hiS season sacred by|
their best productions | might quote from the
noble masters oi Latin, Greek and Italian poe.
Try, but their efforts are too familiar 10 the
scholar, and the admirers OF song, 10 require
this. Autumn calls forth lheSubdued divinity of
the soul, and the mind bursts a,under the igno-
bic feltcrS that have encumbured II and breaheS
forth that beautiful immortality which it pos
seSseS the vital spark is Smulhered by the
Superfcial glory, the bewilderlng display that
attends the gay and thoughueSN reason precee-
ding Autumn,-and nOW The mind Is more calm
and composed, and looks back upon the past
with that philo>uphic wisdom which elcvateS 1t
far above the menial and engroSsIng iollles Of
the material world and II at once assumes lbaI
imposing spirituality which IS the priceless gift
of God to man, and the distinctive attribute of
his immortality The approach Of Autumn is.
marked by one of the saddeSt and most fearful
changes in nature ; her brightest and truly ias-
chatting adornmentS ir the floral kingdom, and
her stately grandeur IN the majestic forests
withcr as if by magic, and assume funeral
parh Nature literally mOurnS and her vege-
liable kingdom is ripe for the earthly garncreS.
Oh, we have reason to weep at the death Of
The nowerS-the appalling transition from the
gorgeous glory Of summer. To the universal
withering loneliness of Autumn But few
short weeks ago, every heart was pulSaingI
with the emotions of joyous life, and nature
harmOnOuSly joined to swell the glad chorus
sill louder 10 heaven.
What sight more lovely and what scene more
fair,
Than 10 behold carth's nowrc,s aS they bear
Their morning incense TO the throne on high
Round which AIchangelS chaunt their melody 4
II angels ever leave their rap'urcd cline,
To gaze on earth and earthly things sublime.
scene so fair aS June'S bright morn presents,
Must claim their love, and win their innocence
But all a change, sad change comes oer the.
Sccne,-
Decay reigns where perfection once has been :;
The modest lily and the gentle rose
Incline their heads, aS if To seek repoSe;
Carnalion pinks have lost their rich perfume,
Each faulleSs leaf gives back lis native bloom,
They droop, and Sill more beautiful appear,
Careless Of angels smiles, or nature 5 teari
They still incline, and with the sun $ last ray,
Smiling IN death, vanish loTcer away.
oh who will say that DER this scene, so iair
Angels have not. from God, guardian care
W no cannot read. while flowers yield up their
breath,
The rich harmonious Poetry of Death
Man goes forth amid all this general change
this universal decay, and he must hiHh-hc
must reflect, aud acknowledge the existence of
a Power commensurate TO the cause al Suth
an effect, ola God who has created 50 much
loneliness, and who, by su, h SySlemallcal pro-
cess reduces 1t TO lis original uuthngrrsS. he,
pretendS To dl>behcye the existence OF NuCh
a Supreme Beng, when he views all tIhs,I
would induce the world To regard hlm on al
level with the brule creation, aud The poNsrsSot
only of their peculiar Characteristic, instinct II
the better feelings Of his heart luwaIdlY de-
nuuuCe such viSuuaiy aud wicked 'heoltS'-
lui all tins grandeur and glory, all TINS dr'oio-
lion and muurn!uiuc.>, Is not the mere WolN OF
rhaRrc. A Iamblc amid uuI GLORIOUS Ncs'eih
forests. ln Aulumn, j. worth a iSlihaee 70,
Mecca: we there behold The loi,lcNI oaks, car
inc their noble heads to hcaycu-whlch endure
CO me Di1llbH Nlhl liN "l'' ~ ''l'' ''''' ''''
Of many hundred Ncat>, uuNcaIhed by mem
aIl--a,d vet submIs>yey welding to The silent
influence, OF nature. aud rcolgnIug the dccuia-I
non, Win h lhcir Likelihood has nuriurcd. The
vcrdurc of their plumage Is changed to SICK
IA brown. and then. when the mighty winds
echo amid their towering branches, a II per
forming grand requiem at the funeral ol me
Season. thc leaves TAI, 10 HE ground like a
giant tears.
will make few quotations from some oi
our modern poets who have painted The solemn
beauty and sung Of he mourntul grandeur
Of this season oll OF whom, alas, have WIN
cred in the sprng.umc Of uie give an aP-
proptla,e Iulc poem entitled " The Nuhertd
/ enyc. by the ,a,c MrS Jaue luyloc Worth
ington. and She probably itilc thought at Tue
iirrc il wa, written, ,ha her career on earth
would be 6ui>hcd.,o much before the lme' al
luded to IN The fourth verse, had arrived
"Thcy are falling thick aud rapidly before
the Autumn trcrlct &,
And a sudden sound ol mournlulncSs II heaIu
among the 'rcc>
Like a waihng Tor the scattered leaves ,oD'au'
iiul aud bright,
Tins diving in thcir sunny bues Of lovchncN>
and light
% The wind that wafS them to their doom, Is
Tho same that swept along