Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1848-01-20
Horticultural.
From the National Era.
THE HUsKERs.
BY J. G. WHITTIER.


Had eA summer eseds all green with grass again.
The first sharp ross had leaving all the woodlands gay
With the hues summers rainbow the meadow flowers
ofMay.
Tho thin dry mist thu morning the sun broad and red
At first rayloss disk of fire, it frightened as it sped
Yet even noontdc glory fell chasened and subduod
tho confeds and the orchards and softly pictured wood
And all that quiet afternoon, slow sloping the night
1t with golden shuttle the haze with yellow light
santng thro tho painted boechOs, gorfed the hill,
And beneath it pond and meadow lay brighter greenor still,
And shouting boys in woodland caught gmpses ofha'
sky,
rcchd by the leaves and laughed they knew no,
why;
And school girls gay with lister flowers beside The meadow
brooks,
ngd the glow of Autumn with sunshine ofsweet looks
cocks,
Butevon the brches ON hills stood motionless rocks
No sound was in the wood lands, the squirrel dropping
shell,
And the yellow leaves among the boughs low rustng
they fell.
The grains harvested, tho stubboelds lay dry
Where June winds rolled light and shade the palogreen
waves ofrye,
But STILL gentle tl-slopos in valleys rnged with wood
Ungshcrcd bleaching the sun, the heavy stood
Ben, low by Autumns wind run through husks that
and seie,
Unfoded from their pened charge, shown the yellow
Beneath the turnp lay concealed in many verdant fold
And gened in the slan,ng light the pumpkins sphere of
gold
There wrought the busy harvestcs and many ccaking
vain
Bore slowly TO The long barnhooI load of husk and grain
Till ayess ho that morn sank down last SUM-
Ending the day of dreamy light and warmth begun
And 10 through the western pines, on meadow stream
and pond,
Flames the rcd radiance ofthc sky, all aro beyond
Slowly EASTERN bluffs a milder glory shone
And the sunset and the moonriso mingled into one
As thus into the quiet night the apsed away,
And deeper in the Frightening the tranquil shadows
From thrown old farmhouse aud hamlet without nano
Their milking and their home usks done merry huskers
Swung Ger the haaped up harvest pchorks in tho
shone dimly the lanterns pleasant green below
Tho growing pile fhusks behind, golden ears before
And laughing eyes and busy hands and brown cheeks gm
mering o'er.
Half hidden in quiet nook, of look and heart
Talking their old times DER the old men apart,
While, up and down the uuhusked pile or nesting in ito
shade,
AT hide and Seek with laugh shout the happy children
played.
Urged blythe coed hosts daughter, maiden young and a
Lining to light her blue eyes pride of so brown
hair,
The master of the village school, seek Of hair and smooth
of tongue,
To the quaint tune of some Oh psalm n ,na
Heap high the farnier's wintry hoard!
Heap high the golden corn
No richer gift has Autumn poured
From out her lavish hon.
,.t other lands, exulting, CLEAN
The apple fro. the pine,
The orange from its glossy green,
The cluster from the vino.
Wo better love the hardy gift
Our rugged wales bestow,
TO cheor us when the storm shs Il drit,
Our haryestfe.da with snow,
When spring time came with bower and BUD
And grusses g. cen and YOUNG
And merry bublinks in the wood,
Like mad musicians sung,
we dropped the seed DER hill nd plain,
Beneaththc sun of May
And frightened from our spIouting grain
Tho robber crows away.
All through che long, bright days OF June
Its leaves grew thin and fair
And waved in hot mdsummei's noon
Its soft and yellow hair.
And now with Autumn's moon lit
Its haIvest-time has come,
We pluck away the frosted eayea,
And bear the Treasure home.
There richer than the tabled gift