Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1865-11-16
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From the Western Railroad Gazette:
"Indian Summer"
Bg z. 81. HALE. N. D


Autumn has put her garb of beauty on
And sinks into delicious reverie,
Dreaming Of sunny hours and spring days gone,
Gone liks the waves Of a receding sea;
And over hill and dale, and wood and lawn,
Are strewn the trophiesof her ripper days;
And mill evenings hour from mornings dawn,
Ger all doth rest dim and dreamy haze.
All sirhts ana sounds seem softened by it's power
And all is calm and still as holy Sabbath hour.
Each varied scene is hushed in semisleep,
With misty drapery around it thrown;
And wearied nature is in mood to reap
A droSsy rest inquiet all her own.
The rowing winds their silent vigils keep,
Moving on noiseless and slow wandring wings
On hilly ranges, smoky columns creep.
Or On some craggy steep like mantle cllnga;
Or on some sylvan lake it softly lies
AS oft a dimness comes and rests On tearful..eyes
The golden sun rides In the mild blue sky,
His fercer rays no longer earth oppress;
Bnt gazing down with soft and languid eye,
lie vieweth all below with gentleness.
The 1eecy clouds go slowly sailing by,
Like mighty ships upon waveless sea,
Or like strange things Of life they grandly fly
On wings that move all slow and solemnIy;
Or oft upon the far horizon lie,
Masses on masses piled, like mountains proudly
high.
The spreading fields no more are clad in green,
Save where the upspringing wheat bedecks the
plain;
raa ror, po,v no mora ara Sam
Amid the golden sea Of waving grain,
While in their path the busy hands CLEAN.
But there ar furrov fields Of dusky brown,
With barren grounds OF stubble spread between,
And gray earth on the hill-sides sloping down
From hoary heights to hedges far beneath,
That round the hills brow cling as clings
warriors wreath.
With glories all unknown to other lands,
The forest now with varied robe is clad;
Their margins round the downy hazel stands;
By wood and stream bends the dark willow sad,
With sumach interspersod like flaming brands.
The yellow hickory and purple oa,,
Round which the ivy climbs In crimson Bands,
Are towering high, and oft the lightning stroke
Has fallen on them in a stormy hour
Yet bravely have they oft withstood its crush
ing power.
IN lonely marsh, or On the craggy steep,
Exchanging stands the solemn evergreen;
And where the rivers tide flows dark and deep,
The sycamore with spotted bark is seem
The waters WOO the boughs that Ger them lean,
LAYING their dropping branches till they weep.
And with bright, quivering leaves, the poplar
high
Through which with rustIings soft the winds do
creep
p Stands by the stately elm that storms defy,
While on its boughs the lark high rocking sleeps.
And there the chestnut vast with leaves of brown,
From WI ose expanding burs the nuts come rat
thing .own.
High in the sky, the hawk majestic sails
The wild duck floats upon the shaded lake;
And oft is heard the whirring flight of quails,
AS swft.they rise from out the reedy brake.
From gray barns comes the mufied sound of fails,
Like partridge drumming on the woody hills;
And from the rivers side in sleeping wales,
Comes the dull rumble of the drowsy mills;
While the bright waterfalls, with mimic roar,
Lul the tired kline that rest upon the streamlet's
bnOre.
And when fair night her soft, dim mantle filings
Upon the earth, and from the radiant sky,
Bright. starry eyes look down on lowly things,
While the pale moon ia calmly mounting high;
Then Is the time that sweet influence brings
Loved ones together In some quiet spot;
And while the chipping cricket to them sings,
They talk Of pure love that changes not;
Nor think they, in their truth and beauty yet,
That cherished hopes of youth, like moon and
stars, do set
Thine, "Indlan Summer" are the dearest hours
That come TO within the changing year.
Brighter than when the dreary winter lowers
Ger the bleak earth that shivers, cold with fear
Pairer than spring or summer with its flowers,
Or autHmn, with its wealth of fruit and grain;
For, as the moonlight falls on shattered towers,
Falls thy soft light upon the hearts domain;
Bringing sacred joy--a peace most rare,
And by its soothing power, dispelling shades of
care.