Grand River times. [volume] (Grand Haven, Mich.) 1851-18??, 1857-10-07
Boston Common.
BY ID. A. EATON.

As fair Aurora smiles upon the lawn
Awake! awake she comes on wings of light,
To seize the sceptre of departing night.
Arise come forth the hills are bathed in gold,
And dreaming flowers their dewy lids unfold!
Behold they come, the smiling throng appear,
The early melody of birds to hear.
Here rosy health imparts her gifts divine,
To those who circle round the tempting shrine,
And beauty gathers crimson from the sky,
While joys bright language sparkles in her eye,
In distance bathed by mornings liquid light,
Arcadian landscapes mirror on the sight
Here have loved beneath the shading trees,
To breathe the fragrance of the freighted breeze,
And teach my harp, though rude in humble lays,
To thrill the heartfelt tribute of my praise.
Thou art our heritage, romantic lawn
Where songsters carol at the birth Of morn,
Where glitt'ring dew drops charm the rapturd eye,
And seen like spangles from the jewelled sky,
AS though the shades in fastening to the west,
Had dropped upon our earth their starry vest,
Most beautiful grave on either side,
The poor mans garden, and his honest pride;
Here he may come when days hard task is done,
And mark the glory of the setting sun;
Behold him slowly sink into the west
Like some good christian to the realms of rest
Smiling in death ;-and drink his parting ray,
The pghted token of q new born day;
At eve behold the lovely orb of night,
That DER the picture spills her silver light,
While cleaning spheres that gem the arch of blue,
Impart their trembling rays to gild the dew.
'Tis sweet to wander DER thy airy plain,
When Spring dissolves old Winters icy chain,
To mark the speed with which the shooting blade,
Renews its emerald to adorn the glade
Behold the spreading leaves of budding trees,
Wave their green tresses to the gladdenng breeze,
And watch the opening lids of fowrets wild,
AS fair to manhood no was when they smiled
In all their lowly beauty on the boy,
Who hailed their coming with his shout of joy,
Then summer comes how like blushing bride
Whose happy mother views the child with pride,
Whose only jewels are her native charms,
And yields them srotless to the bridegroom's arms.
The balmy zephyrs fan the blooming flowers
And gaily wanton mid the leafy bowers,
AT many shrine they breathe their mellow lays,
And gather fragrance where they lavish praise,
Around thy margent domes of taste arise,
Bright "spires Of faith are pointing to the skies,
And winding Charles is gliding in the west
With heavens pure azure cleaning on his breast
When Autumn comes, with all her gorgeous dyes,
And purple glory of her evening skies,
The seasons hectic tinges every leaf,
And warns young beauty that her reign is brief;
Decaying Autumn lovely cen in death,
How sweet and plaintive is thy dying breath
The low winds murmur mid thy fallen leaves,
And parent nature for her offspring grisyes;
A swan like music floats upon the air,
While zephyrs whisper, farewell to the fair,
Their gentle pinions fan thy fevered brow,
And Winters mantle must enshroud thee now!
Scene of my boyhoods sports hear voices shrill,
OF joyous schoolmates echoed on the hill,
Here young ambition fired the youthful breast
In games of strength and speed to lead the rest
Here scared the kite the bounding ball was tost,
And here the mimic field was won and lost.
When tired of play, they sought the cooling shade
Beneath yon aged elm that gems the glade,
To list while tales of fairy elves were told,
And noble deeds by daring knights of DID,
They gave to tales of patient worth, distrest,
The generous tribute of the swelling breast
And when oppression yielded to his foe,
Their eyes would gisten and their bosom glow
Stern Winter too, had charms to lure them here,
He gave them snow their mimic forts to rear,
And here how many battles have been fought,
The strong destroying, what the feeble wrought;
Then truce is made-the little warfare ends,
Huzza my lads, we all again are friends
Now, fear-defying, down the shelving snow,
The urchn Jehus like torrent go,
Then tug and toll, till each the top regains,
For one course more, and think not of the pains
When you, small lake, was hushed in icy sleep,
The joyous children DER its breast would sweep,
Then shrlly rung the agile skaters steel,
And shout and laugh in endless strains would peal
And should some hapless fellow chance to fall,
His sympathy would be-the laugh Of all
Z" Up, up, and take anotherr % cease these frowns
This life, my boy, is full of "ups and DOWNS"
Away away now join the merry group,
And shout in chorus with their thrilling whoop.
In scenes like these the happy hours flew by,
And memory now recalls them with a sigh.
Upon this spot, within the sylvan shade,
The Indian lover woed his dark-eyed maid,
He built his hut beside the silver spring,
And the old woods with his glad voice did ring
To his pledged word his heart was ever true,
And base ingrattude he never knew;
Erect in pride, he launched the skilful spear,
And bore in triumph home the stricken deer,
Or piled in yonder bay, his light canoe,
And from the teeming waves tribute drew;
When high in wrath around him ragged the storm
He braved Its fury with unbending form,
And fixed upon the bolts which rent the sky,