Delaware gazette. [volume] (Delaware, Ohio) 1855-1886, 1858-11-26

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circulation, without even name to indicate its
parsntage:
s9hf ssaals ds9 when man = dying
foers breathe their perfume the winds keep singing
Naught seems to pause or stay"
=. Clasp the hands msekly over the still sbrea st
they have no moro work to do; close the
weary eyes-they have more tears to shed
part the damp locks-there's no more pain to
bear.
=. Closed is the ear alike to loves kind voice,
,isnd caiumny 's singing whispers.
q Oh, If in that still heart you have ruthlessly
planted thorn; ffrom that pleading eye you
have carelessly turned; if your loving glance,
and kindly word, and clasping hand, have
scome-alll too late-then God forgive you
cNofrown gathers the marble brew you
gaze-no scorn curls the chiseled hp-no flush
of wounded feeling mounts to the blue yeined
gtsmples- Is
God forgive you'll for your feet, too, must
shrink appalled, from deaths cold river-your
faltsring tongue ask, scan this be deathg' Your
Sfzding eye Iinger lovingly on the sunny earth;
ayoar elsmmy hand yield its last faint md fee
xbie pressure. -
a, Oh rapacious gravel yet another victi m for
thy .solemn keeping What! no words of
/, greeting from the household sleepers? !, No
warm welcome from sisters loving ips2-
NO t6fob of pleasure from a dear In.ternal
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Oh, If those broken limbs were never gathered
upi Hbsyond deaths swelling food there were
naaternal shoresl If for the struggling bark
thsrs were no port of peacei If athwnrt
1shat lowering cloud sprang no bright bow of
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aa9aa I'd; fusl NOVEMBER. ~
aa4 Room for sthes athletici room for the broad
-Aheuldered sdeep pehested, and vigorous Noxen-
aAer.who leaps. with an elastic bound into the
arenas He has Invested himself Of all his su-
perhuous clothing; every limb is bear, and his
brawny trunk stands IN glorious majesty, while
m1lie heAd, ,sncircled by coronet of the purple
> Tineapd SCARLET berries, proclaims him the Kin &
sseftherAutumni Doomed as he is deserted by
kis hccting brethren, pressed by the advancing
g,legious Of gloomy Winter, he still looks every
SfhehA i King He has gathered about him his
Assals, who neither trsaab 10 wi tn fear nor look
cpsseptthe portents around them, but every one
ehas throTn down his 1safy gauntlet and bent
T:hia hTapchY. face to await the coming storml--
Like the last king of Assyria he has surrounded
0iisnself with all the luxurious garniture Of na :
tire and the veluptuous revelry of the season
asnd aooks to his parent Sun to send down his
care, to consume them all before he will surren
rderls Above and around him the winds sing
zTisching song. and the bright plumage of the
clouds glow with wearied lustrc as their wither-
ed focks soar to the zenith or sweep majessi call
ly to rest upon the bosom af the horizon. Type
&ofthesreal nonth-sym mbol Of the pending No
--xember-around the golden couch of the set
sing sun the curtains of royal purple are drawn
s1and the earth and sky are hushed and mute
lest breath should disturb his sleep, Will
stars that spangle the measureless dome abov
sing lowly and softly their lullaby. SO vii
November sink to repose after life of majest
and of strong action to the mellow cadenees O
she Indian Summer, and the blazonry of TIL
golden maple the gorgeous crimson ofthe forests
aad the bright scarlet of the running vines whicI
grid his sturdy guard of monarch oaks. VIII
then can assent to the poets idea that wit
November "the melancholy days have come
sahe saddle st of the year?' Not we! There is n
sadness in any work of Gods providence, h
ssrders all things in kindness and his smile ca
warm this last autumnal month and make
gorgeous in the sunshine which fills the huma
soul with gratitude and Eliminates it with tn
3 full, bright and beatifc knowledge of His Eter
TnalLovs.-Louisville journal.