The semi-weekly mountain Democrat., 1860-12-19
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LAST DAYS Or AUTUHH

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LAST DAYS Or AUTUHH
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Nov the growing ysaT 10 over,
And the ShepAerd's tinkhng bell
RAintly from Its winter cover
Rings IOU farewell;
Nov the birds Of Autumn shiveT,
where the WitheEsd bsseh-lsaEss culver,
Ger the daTk and lazy river,
In the rocky dell.
Now the miSt is on the mountains,
Reddening in the rising Suni
Now the flowers around the IOuntains
Perish one By one;
Not Spire Of grass 10 growing,
But the leaves that late we're glowing,
Now its blighted green ere StrOwing
With mantle dun.
Now the torrent brook 10 stealing
Faintly down the fuTTOwed glade
Not as when in winter pealing,
Such din 10 made,
That the sound Of eataraetS falling
Gave no echo 90 appalling,
AZ its hOaFse and heavy bTawbng
In the pins'S black shade.
Darby blue the mist 10 lowering
Round the clihed rocks bare height
All the bordering mountains covering
with . dim, uncertain light:
Nov, fresher wind prevailing,
wide its heavy burden sailing,
DeepenS as the day is iailing,
Fast the gloon Of night.
SLOW the blood Stain'd moon 10 riding
Through the still and lazy air,
like shested specter gliding
In . tOreh'S glare:
Few the hours her light 10 given
Ningiing clouds Of Tempest driven
O'er the mourning face Of heaven,
All 10 blaeknesS there.
SS$S
THE ORPHAN.
BT cHARLEs O. EAsTNAN.
We loved her as our own, poor child,
And through the weary years
We nursed her life with constant care
And kissed her ailent tears;
She StTOve to seem conteDted, while
We eAssrsd her through the day,
But, when alone At night, poor child,
She wept her life away.
We StTOve BY every art, poor child,
BY every tender art,
And every -eeWtle- means 70 Win n---------
Her SORROW from her heart,
But still she dropped beneath our care,
Aud Saddsr grew each day,
Her cheek was always wet, poor child,
She Wspt her life aysy.
EtiH, whils she wept and StTOve, poor child,
To pay our love with smiles,
And hide her SoTTOw from our hearts
With sweet and playful wiles,
Her lip grew whittier. and her cheek
Grew palsT day BY day,
And, struggling with her grief, poor child,
She wept her life away.
She died when Summer came, poor child,
The child We could not save,
And hardly mourning that chs stsptV
We laid her in her grave.
She never could forget the day
Her nainted mother died, d,---.--.-----
They could not live apart, poor child
TASy slumbeT eide By side.
LOVE BUT ONE.
They deem me AekIs as the sir;
With vOws for all, and truth for none;
But httIe for their thoughts CAFE
Thou knOw'st lOve but thee alone.
To Others may seem more kind,
And lOnder far, yet tAOu ean'st see
How much with heart, and soul and mind,
love but one, love but thee.
When arst gassd upon thy face,
30 eloquent Of joyous youth.
So full Of every Winning grace,
Affection, cOnStaDcy and truth.
] felt, though had loved before.
That stronger Still my love could be
All other charms were prised no more,
loved but one, loved but thee.
know thou never canit be mine;
dare not hops thy hand to win;
But, oh, such IOvelineSs ~ thine
To worship scarcely could Be Sin!
Still shall my love for thee remain,
And my last dying word shall be,
Though have lived and loved In vain,
lore but one, love but thee.
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