The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1861-09-14
Original 1)octrp.
For The Cecil Wing.
IL MES
Read al PIC Nc on The Banks Of the Upper
Dcid,cae.


AS we grow older it may be right pleasant to
remember,
How once we stood beneath the sound Of
breczes in September,
And bearded and unbeardcd men met on
time together.
To see and hear and sing and talk in early
Autumn weather.
Whilst round We look upon the hills and on
the flowing river,
Wen not forget amidst our joy, the great and
bountcous Giver
But think that all which we possess in health,
or wealth, or beauty,
Are gifts of Him whom to obey should be our
pleasant duty,
That Autumn's many golden fruits, the green
ness of the Jnnr-tmc,
The twiisht's calm. the broader beam that
lights the hills of noon-tlme,
And that the rainbow DER the vale, the
vcrdure Of the meadows,
With flowers that smile beside our doors or
dream in forest shadows,
All, all arc gifts of Him whose ways are past
our comprchending,
But is through all, with open hand, His love
to MS extending;
The God who lives torevcrmore and calls us
now together
The givcr Of the sweet May flowers and this
soft Autumn weather.
We look around MS and behold the bright and
youthful faces
or those who, when our steps are gone, shall
rise to take our places
The children have been honorcd we'll our
Savior once carcssed them,
And in his arms he took them up, and with
his lips he bcst them,
And said of such as these it is that Goo
snail swell the legions
OF those who walk, all robcd in white, heavens
high and happy regions;
And yet the holy Jesus says not all Shall
reach that dwelling,
Where golden songs lorevcrmore from golden
harps are swelling,
But only those whose hearts to him before
they die, are given;
With him shall rise to tread at last the
pleasant hills of heaven.
We see the manhood gathered round, we see
the childish faces
Or those who after us shall run their brief or
heightened races;
Which child shall reach noble goal and
which shall reach bad one,
Which boy shall make a glorious end and
which a very sad one
What little girl shall rise to see her spotless
name departed,
While she is by her dearest friends and all
the good, deserted!
We cannot tell, vet all is known to onc-thc
great A Il-sccing,
His eye no living man can shun, from Him
there is no tceing
And this is true for heads whose blows are
pl"ughcd by many wrinkles,
AS for the heads within whose eyes the beam
OF childhood wrinkles.
What brings our fnotstccps here to-day
Some have come out for dreaming.
Some to display their clothes or see, perhaps,
banner streaming;
Some have come out to see the fun and some
to hear the speeches,
And see how far in the abyss the speakers
gumption reaches
Some, more poetic. come to see the clouds
and cleaning waters,
And some young men are here, l guess, to
watch the farmers daughters
Some are come out on girlish checks, to mark
the rdddy roses,
And some are here because they walked right
on behind their noses.
A little while, and all the leaves will from our
view be faded.
And earth beneath the lea1cn gloom of
Winters wing oerShadcd,
And where the slender boughs above are seen
in beauty hanging.
The Norh-wind's sudden blast will rush with
roaring and with changing.
Where Summer hung her shining veil the
green hills myriad limbs on,
The stealthy Frost will drop his robe Of dark
and shivcring crimson.
Till all the rich, cXultant bloom of June and
of September
Shall only show the naked rocks and bleak
hills of November.
And such as this is human life, first comes
the time of flowers,
Our May-time with its singing birds, its baln,y
buds and showers
The May melts of into the June, the June
into November,
And this into the darker skies and snow fields
of December
Then let us live that when we find friends
strength and youth departed,
The Winter days fall not on us poor friendless
hearted. Z. ii.