The Iowa transcript. (Toledo, Tama County, Iowa) 1858-1866, 1865-11-15

From tho Western Railroad Gasctte.
"lndian Summcr."
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Autumn hes put her garb Of beauty on,
And sinks into delicious reverie,
Dreaming Of sunny hours and spring days gone
Gone like the waves Of receding sea;
And over Hill and dale, and wood and lawn,
Are strewn the trophies Of her ripper days;
And until evenings hour from mornings dawn.
Der all doth rest 4 dim and dreamy haze.
All sights nnd sounds seem sofscned by its power
Aud all Is calm and still An holy Sabbath hour.
Each varied scene IL hushed In scmi-sleep,
with misty drapery around Il thrown;
And wearied nature Is In mood to reap
A drowsy rest in'qniet all hor own.
Tho rowing winds their silent vigils keep,
Moving on noiss,ess and slow wandering wings
On billy ranges, smoky columns creep.
Or on some craggy steep like mantle clings;
Or on some sylvan lake II softly lies
As Oft dimness comes and rests on tearf eyes
The golden sun rides In the mild blue sky,
His lercer rays no longer earth oppress;
But gazing down with soft and langnid eye,
Ito vieweth all below with gentleness.
The heecy clouds 60 slowly sailing by,
Like mighty ships upon 4 waveless sea,
Or like strange things Of life they grandiy fly
On wings that move all slow and solemnly;
Or oft upon the far horizon lie,
Masses on masses piled, like mountains proudly
high.
The spreading fields no moro are clad In green,
Save where the upsprinsing wheat bedecks the
plain
~ bar l1uU mat
Amid the golden sea Of waving grain,
While In their path the busy hands d d CLEAN.
but there ar narrowed fields Of dusky brown,
With barren grounds OF stubbie spread between,
And gray earth on the hll-sides slcping down
From hoary heights to hedges far beneath.
That round tho hIll's brow cling, ~ olings 4
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.
Tho yellow hickory aud purple oak
Round which tho ivy climbs In crimson bands,
Are towering high and OF the lightning stroke
Has fallen ON them in a stormy hour.
Yot bravely have thsy Oft wlthstooi Its crush.
Ing power
In lonely marsh, or on the craggy steep.
Exchanging stands the solemn evergreen;
And where the rivers It'd, flows dark and deep,
The sycamore with spotted bark Is seen
The waters WOO the boughs that DER them lean,
LAWN sir dropping branches till they weep.
And with bright, quivsring leaves, tho poplar
high
Through which with rustliugs soft the winds do
creep
Stands by the stately elm that storms defy,
Will. on its boughs tho lark high rocking sleeps
And there the chestnut vast with leaves Of brown,
From whose expanding burs the nuts como rat.
Ting down.
High In the sky. tho hawk majestic sails
The wild duck floats upon the shaded lake;
And Oft Is heard the whirrins flight Of quails,
As swift..they riso from out the reedy brake.
From gray barns comes the muHied sound Of falls,
Like partridge drumming on the woody hills
Aud from tho rivers side in sleeping wales,
Comes the dull rumble Of the drowsy mills;
While the bright waterfalls, with mimic roar
Lull the tired kline that rest upon the streaniets
And when fair night her soft, dim mantle filings
Upon the earth, and from the radiant sky,
Bright, stsrry eyes look down on lowly things.
While the pale moon Is calmly mounting high;
Then Il the time that sweet influence brings
Loved ones together In some quiet spot;
And while the chipping cricket to them sings.
They talk OF a 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, Indian Summer" are tho dearest hours
That come TO us within the changing year.
Brighter than when the dreary winter lowers
Ger the bleak earth that shlvers cold with fear;
Fairer than spring or summer with It's flowers,
Or autumn, with its wealth Of fruit and grain;
For, % the moonlight falls on shattered towers,
Falls thy son light upon the hearts domain;
Bringing . sacred joy-a peace most rare.
And by it, soothing power, dispslling shades Of