Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1850-12-19

II meirier borne - and he sang ss before.
This world has a wearisome burden Of cares,
But cheeruluoss the shoulder that beau
Contenimens and Love tighten every ones load,
And level al hills in the travellers road.
THE HUSKERS.
BY JOHN C. WHITTIER.
Had left the field. all green with grass again.
The frs, sharp osts faen leaving all the woodland
With the hues rainbow, the meadow flowers
of May.
Through thin, dry mist, that morning, the broad
aud red,
At rayle., disc of fire. he frightened he sped
Yet noontide glory Eel. chasencd and subdued,
On the orchards aud softly pictured
wood.
And oil that quiet afternoon, slow sloping TO the night,
He with golden shuttle the haze with yellow light;
santng through the painted beeche he slou6cd the hill
And, beneath pond and meadow lay brighter greener STILL
And shouting boys caught glmpsea ofiha,
Flccked by leaves and laughed, they knew
not why;
And school girls CAV with beside the meadow
Mingled glow with the sunshine Of sweet looks
From ,pe barn. looked westerly the paen, weather
cocks;
But even the brches stood mooness rocks
No sound woodlands, the squirrels dropping
shell,
And yellow leaves among the boushs low using they
fell.
The summer grain, hsrves,ed the stubble fields la,
dry,
Where June winds rolled light shade the paegreer
of rye;
But STILL gentle billslopes, in valleys fnsed with wood
Ungahereo bleaching sum- heavy crop stood
Bent ou by uutumns rain, through husks that
dry and sere,
Uutoded from their CHARGE the yellow
Beneath, the turnip lay concealed veTeant fold
And gsened the slsntng light the pumpkins sphere
gold.
There wrought the busy harvestes; and creakin
wsir,
Bore slowly the og barn floor its load Of hu SKIS an
grain;
Till broad and red when he rose, the sank down
And like merry guests farewell the day in brightness
passed.
And 10. as through pines, meadow STREAM
and pobd,
Planned the radiance of sky set all nre beyond,
Slowly sea-Dluus
And the sunset mingled into one!
And thus into the quiet night the twilight apsed away,
And deeper in the Frightening The tranquil shadow
lay;
From man, brown old fam house, and hamlet witho,
name,
Their milking aud their asks done, the huke
Swung DER the heapedup harvest from ptchfork. in tn
NOW,
shons dmy tho pleasant scene below
growing pie behind the golden before,
And laughing and busy hands and brown cheeks gn
Il mering DER.
Half hidden in quiet nook, of look and heart.
Talking their old times DER. the old apart;
While up and down the unhusked pile nesting in j
shade,
andeek, with laugh and shout, the happy ehidre
II played
Urged by good daughter maiden young and fa
Lifting to light her sweet blue eyes pride of so brow
master of the village school, sleek of hair and smoo
of tongue,
To quaint tune old psalm, huskns ballad sun
Heap high the farmers wutry hoard
Heap high the golden corn:
No richer gift has Autumn poured
From her lavish horn.
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