The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1853-06-29

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A Summer Morning in Vermont.
Morn lifts The mighty curtains of the sky,
Her brow all bushes, robes forever new;
Night rolls her shadow back, as she draws
nigh,
The vassal stars sink, sink away in blue,
Hurry their sparkling jewels from the dc~,
For which Aurora pours out floods of gold,
Opal and ruby, gems Of every hue,
Her rosy kirtc shakes from every tUld,
And DER the silver vault the glorious show
or is roll'd.
Solemn and hushd, begins the hour Of dawn
The waning moon mid dying stars is seen.
Nights fading ghost broods darkest oil the
lawn,
Just where the wood throws back its dusky
screen,
Far up the vale TO that old ruined mill
No bird yet sings along the blue serene,
And from the thorn hath flown the whippoor-
will;
But for the restless brook, all else beside
is still.
The dawn expands and now the golden sea
Rolls DER the morning star its waves of light,
That lingering there and twiniling seemed to
be
A diamonds point uniting day and night;
The trees half gilt, which edge the pasture 5
height,
Across the vale with mingled shadows sweep,
And hide the dreamy river from the sight,
Ripplcd where now and then a trout doth
Among the water flags that always bowng
keep.
But natures old cathedral wakes the ear
With songs harmonious, tun'd by hcav cnly
skill
Rolling through high dunarches full and clear,
Along the grove, and up the wood-crown'd
hill;
All up and down the scale the anthems trill,
For now the birds in their green galleries
sing,
And roga echoes all their organs fill:
From airy pipes a silver stream they fling,
Awakening hill and glade ere it dies MUIR
muring.
And now the sun along the mountains
streams
Aud fills with vivid light the plains below;
That dewitt vale custcrd with jewels seems,
Edging the sounding rivers silver bow;
There are the water lilies bending low,
,
And on the banks, where tuitcd alders grow,
The noisy black-brds morning converse hold
And swiftly with wing'd words their fiery
hearts unfold
The earth, in richest robes of grandeur drcst
Smiling as if the day-g DIS bridal queen,
The dew upon its dark green velvet vest,
That looks AS if q shower of gems had been,
The deep blue sky, the far-oii village sheen
The graceful spires, which soar like shafts Of
light.
And summer fruit-trees blusLing soft be-
tween,
Beam on the view, so beautiful and bright
The whole cnchantment seems TO the be-
holders sight.
Away ihc geese in merry concert 90,
To view their snowy robes, where waters
glenn,
Their printed ruiIlcs on the surface glow,
Ind TIN ough the whispering reeds like lilies
seem
In. breezy allers, nodding, seem to dream,
DcAea.h their boughs, the broken sunbcams
play,
shaking the hills, that look into the stream
Which gildes nike youth, in happiness away !;
Along the meadow ground fragrant with
hcw-mown lay.
The country wakes, where cot, or hamlet
stands,
And pours fourth rural life from every nook,
Fair maids with large dark eyes and snowy
hands,
Long rustling curls below their bonnots
shook
And children where The mornings bushes
lool,
From faces like her own serene and fair,
When she first came to gild the lawn and
brook,
And round her brow her rosy wreath did
wear,
Before the mighty sun blazed through the
dusky air.
Onward they go from many grccn-lcafed
dell,
Nor wish to climb where f,mcs high petals
are,
The jocund laugh and merry greetings tell
OF hearts unknown 10 pale ambition $ care.
The well tilld earth pours forth their world
ly share,
For which they bow in gratitude to heaven
The God ofall receives their humble prayer,
To him the same as that by monarchs given,
Or those whose nobler Course on fortunes
wheel is driy'n.
Far on the landscape stands an old gray town,
Joining the hills where morning first begun,
Its darker colours take the deeper brown,
And seen through DISTANCE altogether run:
The spots of white move on the ground of
dun,
Shook by the vivid moras unsteady blaze,
Below one spire which twinklcs in the sun,
And look like sheep just risen there to Craze.
So wrapt are all things else in the dew.
melted haze.
What fragrance floats along the burdcnd air,
The flowers sweet incense steep'd in dewy
tears
Each thing comes forth this lovely morn to
share.
Across the waste, light-footed bounds the
deer
Now stops to scent the morn, looks back
through fear,
Then springs away, o'cr shaggy glen and
steep;
The deep-voiced hound comes winding in tho
Startling the hills, where Craze the snowy
sheep,
And where the joyous lambs Ia laughing
childhood icap,
The cuckoo pours her voice in lofty song,
Yet sounds as of the desert strange hnd lone,
As like holy chant u rolls along,
The wild fox listens 90 the solemn tone;
Grcen-hooded nun that from the world hath
$50 flown, tt.t. .J
To natures elsisiAf IN the thick -leavd wood,
Pillard with oaks high rooted and overgrown;
Amid the blossoms hung from arches rude,
She lives and sings unseen her song Of
l' gratitude. 1Irsr s..rd.l ,t.. y. .
In that churchyard our rude forefathers
resi-.
Hithcr they eamc a few. yet noble band,
W hen driven ffofa their savage mothers