The daily Green Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1861-1865, 1861-11-09
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Thus to thoughtless mortals calling,
In q sad, but solemn sound.
Sons of Adam in Eden,
When like us he blighted fell,
Hear the lecture are reading,
'Tis alas, the truth tell.'
Nature exists for man.
"For us she makes her genial power,
Suckes each plant, and spreads out every hower,'
and when her beauty is fading and her glory
departing, she seems anxious to whisper the
kind admonition in our ears, and affectionate-
ly admoniSh us that we also are destined to
die.
There is vast difference between this sea-
son of the year and the bright and vernal
bloom of spring. time. The flowers have now
faded, the green foliage has departed from the
summer forest, the breath OF nature seems
chilled, and its ht!ul gusts and trcmulous
tones are apparently speaking of dccrepitudc
ard age. a coemporary in referring to this
season Of the year, appropriately says:
"Tae leaves Of autumn are beginning to
fade and Ia!l although without the aid OF the
still kindly delaying frosts. 1t seems not
long since we watched their gradual unfold
ing in TUFTS Of tender green. The Spring
birds sang sweetIy then upon the budding
boughs, their dark plumagc contrasting with
the scarlet flowers Of the maple, the graceful
tasses of the elm, and the pinky velvet leaf
let's OF tae oak The young leaves oil the
hickory burst from their calyx like the petals
Of an emerald flower and as TIE season ad.
yanced, the sycamore shook cut its bright 70.
liage to the sun, and the sumac veiled its
harsh outline in floating and teathery plumes
And when at length the June roses blossomed
by the waysile, the forest stood crowned and
robed in its pomp Of summer glecn.
But the leaves whose shadow was welcome
served not for cooiness and drapcry alone
Each of our graceful visitants had its mod-
cum Of work to do. Fed by the branches
they adorned, they in turn laid up store of
nutiriment for the parent trnnk. They elab-
grated its juices and sent them back enriched
by nourishment inbibcd from the surrounding
air. They imprisoned the sunshine in the
delicate cells, and sent its yitaliziug influence
to tic roots it never saw. They watched all
night long bcneatl the stars drinking in the
a. sweet influences Of the PIeiades,' with the
moonlight and the dew. They nursel the
young buds Graded at their fec', TIL, rocked
by the Winds and lullel by the song Of new
Aelgcd birds, they grew healthfuI and round
the robust heirs ofthe developed year. They
watched over the ripening fruit, screening it
from the too fervid rays of noon, and breaking
the force and fury Of the storm.
Bat now their bengnant ministry is closed
They can no longer serve the children they
have fostercd nor the parent that gave them
birth. Their small housekeeping accounts
arc balanced Ior tho year; their graceful task
is done; aud so, donning their iairest robes
aud kissing the strong arms that have sustain
cd them SO faithfully, one by one and in 81
lencc they steal to their place Of rest. 60 tt
the orchards and see, wherever Spring frost
have not blishted the seasons hope, how th
bouchs bend above the treasures they hav
lost while on the turf beneath them
Like living Goals, the apples
Burn among the withered leaves
Go to the woodland walks, and you wi
fnd them already strewn as if for expectc
guests; lightly carpetcd with leaves of pal
yellow and green, with crimson veins. Go t
the ccmotry, and sec how the bright creature
tave chosen their graves among the very fail
est of our own, and, reversing the patbeti
nursery legend, have covered the robins who's
{ wings are folded, with picturesque an
perishable pail. And even here their missio