Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1863-11-12
From the Houston (Texss) Telegraph.
"3Glnding the Cap"
By MOLLIE z, MOoRK.

There Is a radiant beauty the hills
The year before US walks with added bloom
Bat al it's but the hectic flush that lights
1ba pale consumptve to early tomb,
The dying glory that plays round the day
When that which made it bright had ned away
rnistiness broods in the air-the swell
OF east Wi1ds, slowly weaving autumn's pail
With drgs like sadness wanders up the dell;
And red leaves from the maple branches tall
With scarce sound This strange, mysterious raSt,
Hath Nature bound the Lotus to her breast Z
Bat hsrk! long and mellow cadenos wakes
The echoes from their rocks how clear and high
Among the rouoded hills its giadness breaks,
And floats Ike incense toward the vsuIted sky!
Il is the harvest anthem triumph tone,
| 1t rises, like the swelling notes Of old,
| That welcomed Ceres to her golden throne,
through the crowded the chariot rolled
1t Is The Laborer's chorus for the reign
Ct plenty had begun! The golden grain!
Row cheeks are flushed with triumph, as the fields
| Bow to feet with riches How the eyes
Grow full with gladaess as they yield
To join with gIadness i'll the mellow chime
- ne harvest tilnethe glorious harvest tina o.
It is the harvest, and the gathered corn
Is piled in yellow heaps aoo0t the field,
And homeIy wagons from the break OF morn
Until the sun Lows like crimson shield
In the far West go staggering homewerd bound,
Ard with the dry husks streW the trampled ground,
1t is the harvest, and hour ago
eat with haf-closed eyes beside the "ep'iDg,>
And listened idly to lis dreamy How
And heard sfar the gay and cess9less rirg
Of song and LABOR from the harVesterS-
Heard Iaint and careless sleeper hears.
Ny little brother came with bounding step,
And beut him low beside the shaded stream
And from the fountains drank with eager lip
While l, half rousipg from ny dream,
Asked where he a spent this still september 6sy,
Nh4sing the Wrens, or oa the bills at play
Backward he tossed his golden head and threw
A glance disdaintsl on my idle hands,
AND with d proud light ii nls eye CT blue,
He thr1ss and waved his baby hand scoED-
"Ah No, down at the cofndeld since the motn ! We
Modn' ths ga2!"
" Aindiog the gap!' My former dream was gone,
Anothsr il il ito piacs saw ] scene
Down by a meadow .afge and smooth and grsau,
Two little barefoot boys, stuidy and strong
And far, here i'll the sun the whole day losF.
Lay Oh the curling grass
Mndlug the gap :!
Miudng the pap! and as the years swept By
Like momens Deneld In ose ooys AGAIN
And pauiot hesrt6 thin tbeIr bIeasls beat high.
And their bceats was set the OF II,
guns shoulders, ard tney kIod
Back and iorth wisd meaa usd step, upon As sos,
Aear where our army slept,
Aindiog the gaps
Winding the gaps! Ny brothers, whle you &, s:d
The open PAGES WI. a iOe might cTeep-
NOR rtas tle-oh! md tn b Other gaps
Watch over them
The open places Of the nca t--tbe gaps
Made BY the ruthless hand OF utuo5 and ste-~
Cou we ba: keep, like holy sentine!s,
-Sf1! Al how nuc OF w. s asd .1sns 1 soa u Ace
Aflgnted bacs, iTCm their best purit y
30 GO M sad0es from Tho outer world.
With Ieat uuhoy, 'hea would waHdsr il.
To gasp ths golden treasures OF tne soul
1he hear, p:oud delds. lie harssst fvi ~ aGd fir
inaoaence and Love; coel4 "e ba. fs-.
alinding the gap
Tier, smnh CO, sexas. Sept. tn, 1893.
*jur town readers wi; havetol ,,,,.. atAn,y
time, in ne rural dlstrcs, Iengt Of the fence