Minnesota weekly times. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1854-1859, 1856-09-20
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Once more the beaasifal Autumn For DAYS
and weeks, the cricket hst oehisfsd a ths doors
step, and by the road side, chanting sweetly and
plaintiyey forth the prophetic dreams Of SILENCE |;
the katydids have rasped the night air TO harsher
edge, and deep stllne 3, felt in the soul rather
down upon nature. The sky, the atmosphere, the
cool clouds summing their brows in the days de-
scending glories the fruit-laden-trec, the matur-
ing corn, the shorn meadows, are all pervaded--
bathed and blent--by the very spirit of poetry.
| Thank God for Autumn! Thank God for it's
deep, still joy, for its dear associations, and for
the new tension it gives to the hearts poor dang
| ling strings! 3 y 81 iaiaissl@ ss.9
The latter harvest comes apace. The fringed
broom-corn tables will quickly be set for the har-
| vesters, the FURNISHED hoe will soon reveal the
earth's treasured bulbs, the corn will be stacked
and husked, the pumpkins will browse and dream
of gold IN the sun, and, some still night, while
all are sleeping, the frost will come down, and
softly put out the Aaring lights of the Autumn
flowers. And the smoke, in dreamy haze, will
veil the front of the mountain. and hide the face
OF the forest, bushing scarlet it bares its limbs
to the dim light, and tho hickory-nuts viii! peep
palely out from their hiding places, waiting the
loosening fingers of the rain, and troops Of pig
cons will haunt the stubble by the side Of the
forest cover, and, from the distant hill sde-ever
and anon-the hunters rifle will startle into faint
| resonance the sleeping echoes. ..s.s,...
All these sweet sights and sounds will seal into
the soul that keeps IN open door, and make Au-
tumn there, for the soul, like, and with, nature,
has its seasons. The golden corn of a years ex-
perience rlpens and hardens in the Autumn air.
The fruits of the sous culture acquire flavor and
mellowness in the Autumn's reflective sun. And
in the dim and smoky forests that darkle here and
here in tho spirits mystic realm, startling shot
shall question the life that nestles in its foliage,
and shock the echoes into dreamy replies.
a welcome, then, to Autumn Let Us imbibe
its spirit, and wrap its mantle round US. Let w
irink the full cup It to our lips. Let u,
if We have never done it before, yield our being
20 its informing breath and moulding hand, for
the spirit of grace and of God is in it. Day unto
lay u,tereth speech, and night unto night showeth
| knowledge. In every landsc ,pe and river and
Mountain and cloud are the elements of divinity.
The fields are the preachers of Providence, and
every good and beautiful thing is a minister from
Heaven. Revelation itself is but the translation
into human language of law, love and beauty
expressed in things from the foundation of the
world. To this first revelation let no one longer
be deaf and bind. So, when the days of Autumn
shall have passed By, and another season sweeps
down from The Throne with its seyerer ministries,
| We shall 6na our hearts in harmony with nature,
| and prepared to take her hand, and walk gladly
| and hopefully into field Of new experiences
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