The national era. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1847-1860, 1853-10-20

The Winter-time Is coming on,
Each homestead Preside CLEANS ablaEei
Tho Ghsbor wakes in human hearts,
To meet the stern, strong Winter days;
The blight is ON tho Summer flower,
The balm upon the air is lost,
And DER the hills see come down
The white-winged spirit of the frost
Welcome the hale, cold Winter back
Tho bluff old friend of human kind;
The worlds vast music should not lack
The deep-toned base of wintry wind.
1t marshals on the Weakening SOUL
The doubts of Ennus vanish fast
Oh, welcome be the brave control
The courage of the wintry blast
Like one, the sturdy friend Of old,
Who opss the door on stormy night
And enters, from external cold,
Where CLEANS the hearth-fr warm and bright
The snow.hakes on his shaggy brow,
The frozen breath on beard and hair,
His form, that years have failed to bow,
Strong limbed as Gothic heroes were
Enters with greeting loud and blunt
And grasp that makes the fingers ache,
And laughs and talks as he was wont
good old times, for friendships sake;
The old man in the corner hears
That deep voice, and his eye grows bright,
While memories of other years
Warm his true hoart with past delight.
He sings song of Doric deeds,
In Runic measure rough and wild.
And, as the stormy verse proceeds,
He looks like Thors heroic child
A music as Of winds and waves
on-rushing, sounding far and free.
Such as is heard from ocean caves.
When storms arouse tho Northern Sea-
song of Energy sublime;
song of firm and conscious power
A song that turns to future time,
And prophecies the triumph hour;
song of progress and emprise,
A bsttle-ory of rugged war,
That sings to cold and frowning skios
The high refrain, Excelsior"
And Youth that listens, glowing Youth,
Drops from his hands the childish toy.
Whilo in his soul the words of Truth
The wiU but now unconscious slept,
While playful fancies filled the breast,
Wakes where great thoughts their vigils kept,
And wakens never moro to rest.
And Childhood, rosy checked and fair,
Peeps shyly in his rugged face,
Beholds the kind smile lurking there,
And laughs with sweet conading grace,
Sits fondly on his sturdy knee,
Toys with his rough and grsly looks
As sweet a sight as tits to see
The violets bloom among tho rocks
Thus comes old Winter to our cline
The honest, brave old friend love
Thus fraught with energy sublime,
And hope, and purpose, from above
Oh, not for novsr-onding bloom,
And skies where storm clouds never come,
Would resign the blessed boon
or Winter to my Northern home
Who loves not Winter, let him 20
And dream and slumber life away,
Where mono but summer breezes blow,
And none but fragrant zephyrs play
Where being, like the years that pass,
May lapse in ncrveless life along,
Save when some passions simeon blast
Shall rouse to phronsed crime and wrong
Where slaves are base, and tyrants proud;
Where luxury and sin combine
Where sensato tastes tho soul enshroud,
And body triumphs over mind
Where Freedom sufocstes or dies
Or flies to Northern climes Of ours,
And human nature stoops To hide
It's shame snid the gorgeous flowers
For US, the sons Of Northern sres,
We love the Wiuo, stern and free
He fans to fame the sacred fires
Upon our shrines Of Liberty
lie leads Us on to nobler life,
To build the column firm and strong
While summer. like gentle wife,
It's roughness crowns with flowers and song.
Or,peH, Ohio.