The Ashland union. [volume] (Ashland, Ashland County, Ohio) 1854-1868, 1856-11-19
AUTUMN HAS COME.
Beautiful Autumn has come,
Saddest season of the year."


Once more the beautiful autumn
For days and weeks the cricket has
chirpcd at the doorstep, and by the
roadside, chanting swcetly and plaintive-
ly forth prophetic dreams of silence;
the katy dds have rasped the night air
to sharper edge, and a deep stiffness,
felt in the soul rather than apprehended
by the sense, has calmly settled down
upon nature. The sky, the atmosphere,
the cool clouds summing their brows in
the days descending glories, the fruit
laden tree, the maturing corn, the shorn
meadows, are all pervaded, bathed and
ttsaE the spirit of poetry. Thank
God for autumnl Thank God for its
Deep still joy, for its dear associations,
and for the new tension it gives to the
hearts poor dangling strings
The later harvest comes apace. The
fringed broom .orns tables will quickly
be set for the haryesters, tho burnished
hoe will soon reveal the earth's treasured
bulbs. the corn will be stacked and
huskcd, the pumpkins will browse and
dream o. gold in the sun, and, on some
still night, when all are sleeping, the
frost will come down, and softly put out
all the faring lights of the autumn
haze, will veil the front of the mountain,
and hide the face of the forest, scarlet
as it bares its limbs to the dim light,
and the hickory nuts will peep paiely
from their hiding PAGES, waiting the
loseuipg fingers of the rain, and tr5ops
of pigeons will hunt the stubble by the
sides of the forest cover, and from the
distant hillside--ever and anon-the
hunters rifle will startle into faint re.
sonance the sleeping echoes.
All these sweet sighs and sounds will
steal into the soul that keeps an oper
door, and make autumn there, for the
soul, ike, and with nature, has its sea
sons The golden corn, with years
experience ripens aud hardensy in the
autumn air. The fsuits of the soul'i
culture acquire favor aud melloWness ii
the autumn's reflective sun and in th'
dim aud smoky forests darkle here an(
there in tho spirits mystic realms,
startling shot that shall question the if
that nestles in its foliage and shock the
echoes into dreamy replies.
A welcome then to autumn! Let u
imbide its spirit, and wrap its mautl
round u.s. Let US drink the full cup i
raises to our lips. Let US, if we neve
have before, yield our being to its in
forming breath and moulding hand, 70
the spirit of grace and of God is in it
Day unto day uttereth speech, and nigh
unto night showeth knowledge. I
every landscape and river, mountain an
- cloud, are the elements of divinity. Th
fields are the preachers of Providence
and every good and beautiful thing is
minister from heaven Revelation il
self is but the translation into huma
language OF law, love and beauty, e1
, pressed in things from the foundation {
: the world To this revelation let n
one longer be deaf and blind So, whe
e the days of autumn shall have passe
by, and another season sweeps dow
from the Throne with its several minis
:, tries, we shall find our hearts in harmon
Il with nature, and prepared to take ht
n hand, and walk gladly and hopefully
7, field of new experiences. ..-
a -"Thou art bearing hence thy roses
. Glad summer, fare thee well
Thou art singing thy last melodies
e In every wood and dell" II -i'
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