New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1853-08-29

PRAIRIE RoNDE AT HARVEST TINE.
&. LEAKiS BROWN
" in crowded city pent,
With dust, and toll, and turmoil spent,
liz q way God never meant,
am fearful;
Would ye pleasant slgot,
That will give more heart delight
Than the gayest gala 1lght,
And more cheerful
Know We aught Of Prairie HoIde-
What il is, and where It's found
It's the very biggest prairie
'Twxt 81. 10 and Saul Ste. Marie;
It's broad and fertile plain
Where the farmer raises gram;
By gay green wood surrounded.
By leafy rim adorned aud bounded
Yet so distant is the fringe
That it wears purple tinee
And when the setting sun
With its softeLed light is shining,
Its mellow yellow beams
With the purple haze ent"!nne,
We well may gaze admlriDg
At the mage scene before ye,
For the prairie seems enciroied
BY diadem of glory
How il came 20 be so big.
Without tree, or bush or twig,
(Saying only,
In the very middle Of il,
As designed for show or profit,
Stands the Island grand and lonely)
Every scientific prg can resolve it;
How by wonderful upheaval,
In the ages medieval,
In some far away time now incog,
BY gradual, slow graduation
To It's present elevation
II was raised from II lake or bog.
BY your leave, most learned sages,
The wonderworking ages
Have performed no such marvelousluctaton
The matter in fog ye more involve Il:
The land was fas boned-neyer doubt it
Just like all the land about L;
A grand old forest waved its branches proudyo err
How the forest passed away
Ne'er 10 bourgeon here again,
Leaving open 70 the day
This broad and level plain
Need We seek for causes higher
Than the wtIrlwind and the fire
But see DER all the extended plain,
See the yellow, waving grain.
And the sturdy hardy yecmen,
Like memorable fcemen,
How they sveepit.
How they reap il
How, with every kind OF engine
That the busy brain mas fashioned,
They attack il in their fury,
Like host OF foes imprisoned
Iere band OF strong crsdiers with regular sveep,
zee how like cadence the melton they keep;
he long swath grows behind them, the grain siRks
before;
the band of strong Graders what art can DO mere
And here come the busy binders,
How they toll and struggle after
No time for merry song,
No time for idle laughter;
With ready rake and nimbe fingers.
They tie the stately sheaf
Ill luck 20 him that lingers--
Little hope Of near relief
But aIk,-the rafting " Reaper"
Here il comes with noisy din,
And the grain sinks before i
Like good intentions before sin
One rides upon the Reaper,
Waving oft the Reapers wand,
And every pass he makes
Lave sheaf upon the land:
Now DOW, o busy binders,
Now bind with might and main,
For the ground must all be cleared
Ere the Reaper comes again
Thus in ever lessenng circles.
Round and round the field they 60
Ner must The ~eary painting horses
Yield jot TO failing forces
Nor slacken to pace more slow.
/, band of strcpg Graders with regular sweep,
our vocation is gone tie the Reaper must rap
Nov, ever as the fields are shorn,
And studded thick with shocks of corn,
Comes and goes the hboring vain,
Groaniag meath the loaded grain;
While. with heedful care. alone,
The stack builds the lofty cone,
Until complete the tap-rin9 stack
Dehes the tempest and the rack
But yoDder % what huge machine
Drawn by sseeds a. least sixteen
Two BY two, in Heightened line.
With even step their strength combine;
-Four mounted drivers guide their coarse,
And win from each an equal force.
Now they turn the tither csrser
And from the Island near
How the echo OF IFS music
Strikes shril upon the ear
What does the noisy monster
Among the wsying grain
Here. step upon the platform.
Where you can see il plain;
sack hangs at the hopper
And 4 steady stream runs IN,
And the tycr Hrst tie nlmbly
To be in time again.
See YOU what the mighty " Harves.er"
Does among the waving grain!
How, with wide, majestic tread
Ever feeding, never fed,
Ii moves along the plain;