New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1848-01-08
NETWORK TRIBUNE.
From the National Era
Songs of labor. by JoHs g. WHITTIER.
TUF UTSKFRS,


THE HUsKERS.
II was late 10 Id October and the long sutumns rain
Had left the Summer harvest fields all green with grass
The rt sharp osts had fallen leaving all the wood
With the hues Of Summers rainbow or the meadow how-
ere OF May.
Through thin dry mist that morning the sun rose broad
At first rsyle.. disk Of fire. IT bri ghtened sped
Yet It's noonde glory fell chastened and subdued
On the eofa-eids and the orchards and
And all that quiet aerpooon, slow slipping to the night
II with golden shuttle the haze with yellow night
SaBtipg through the painted beeches gorlhed the III
And bene pond and adow lay brighter, greener s
And shouting boys woodland hsunts caught eimp'es Of
Tlsosed BY The manytinted leaves and laughed they
Aud schoolgirl gay with aser flow beside the "
Mingled the glow Of Autumn with the sunshine of
From spre and barn looked westerly the patient weather
the brche. on the hills stood rocks
No the woodlands save the squirrels drop
And the yellow leaves among the bOugh. low rusDg
The Summer grains harvesed the stubble fields lay
Where June winds rolled in light and shade the pale green
But, sil, on gentle hiisopes in valleys frinsea with
Unssthsrd bleaching in the SUD- the heavy corner
Bent low by Autumn wind and rain through husks that
dry and sere ear :.
Unfoded from their rpened charge shone out the yellow
Beneath the turnip lay concealed In verdant fold,
And g.tened in the ssntins light the pumpkins sphere
of gold.
There wrought the busy hsrvesers and many creas
Bore Slowly to the long barnoor its load Of and
TILL rsyless as be rose that morO sank down at last the
sun,
Ending the day of esmy light and warmth it begun
And 10 through the western pines meadow, stream
Planned radiance of the sky set all sre beyond,
Sowly the eastern seabluns smilder glory shone
And the and the moonrse ming led into one
As thus into the quiet night the sunset spsed away,
And deeper in the Frightening moon the uanq shadows
From many brown old farmhouse and hamlet without
Their milking and their hometask DONE the merry musk
srs came.
Swung DER the hespsd.up harvest from pitchOrks in the
NOW below
shons dnly down the lanterns the pleasant green
The growing pile Of husks behind the golden before
And laughing eyes and busy hands and brown cheeks
slmmsring Ger.
Half hidden in quiet nook, Of look and heart
Taking their old times Ger the old men sat apart,
While up and down the unhoshed pile or nesting IN It's
At hide and seek, with laugh and shout the happy chill
Urged by the good hosts daughter maiden young and
tps 10 sh her sweet blue eyes and pride Of soft brown
of tongue sung
Heap high the farmers wintry hoard
Heap high the golden coral
No richer gift has Autumn poured
From out her lavish horn
Let other lands exultlpg. CLEAN
The apple from the pine,
The orange from its glossy green,
The cluster from the vine.
We better love the hardy gin
rugged wales bestow,
To cheer us when the storm shall diff
Our harvsst-helds with snow.
When spring time with flower and bud,
And grasses green and young.
And merry boblnks, In the wood,
Like mad musicians sung
We dropped the seed DER hill and plain,
Beneath the sun Of May,
And frightened from our sprouting grain
The robber- crows away.
All through the long. bright DAYS Of June
Ito leaves grew thin ans fair,
And waved IN hot midsummer's noon
Its soft and yellow hair
And now with Autumns moonlit ewes
Its harvest-tine has come,
VIC pluck away the frosted leaves,
Aud bear the TREASURE home.
There, richer than the tabled gift
OF golden showers Of old,
Fair hands the broken grain shall sift,
And knead its meal of gold
Let vspid oilers lo in silk
Around their costly board
Give us the bowl Of ssmp aud mix
BY homespun beauty poured
whereer the wide old Kitchen hearth
sends up it, smoky curls,
Who will not thank the kindly earth,
And bess our cornfed girls
Then shame all the proud and vain'
Whose folly laughs 10 scorn
The blessing Of tbs Yankees grain,
His wealth OF golden corn.
Let earth withhold her goodly root
Let mildew blight the rye,
Give 10 the worm the orchards run,
The wheat fed 10 the fly;
But let the good old crop adorn
The hills our fathers trod;
Sul let us for His golden corn
Send up our thanks 10 God