Delaware Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1843-1874, 1866-11-26
AUTUMN.
ITS BEAUTY, sUBLlMITY AND ITS moral
a TEACHINGS.

IT'S BEAUTY, SUBLlMITY AND ITS MORA
A TEACHINGS.
| BY cLARnHoR.
How grave how solemn yet sublime 10 au
VI what does this sublimity consisr2 sl.5
OF Springs fair flowers, of Summers spotles
gems2 .-... ','7-
Nay, but in beauties far surprising these.
J 'Tis true fair Summer with her charms hat
fed, 5,I ~
The wild rose blossoms in the grove no more
And Natures church how desolate and cad
OBJ yes for ell her choristers are gone,
Gone to more fair, and more cougeniaI ciimes
And now deep, and solemn stiffness brood
On ev'ry boueh, late vocal made by song.
Yet how sweet how beautiful is autumnl
In her faded livery arrayed lt...
Did we say faded we the thought recall,
For oh her garments are composed Of gems
Brighter BY far than Summers diadem.
The leafy honors Of the trees despoiled
Of their vitality, now strew the ground
Promisouously. Sad the desolation. .It-
But is there no redemption In the thought :
No light from darkness, beauty from the tomb
Yes, light shall spring from darkness, life fron
death,
And1Nature shall her letters break and noun
Triumphant from the tomb, and smile again
Rejoicing over Death.-Fair Conquoror.
How beautiful In death the forest leavesI
See what vast variety of shades,
Just like the dying Dolphin they assume.
Those nobly bright, these delicatsly grave;
See here's dash of crimson, there Of gold ;
The ruby with her bleeding radiance, see
The Sapphire, Topaz, Emerald behold,
Depicted with more skill than Art can boast
| Upon the cambria wove In Autumn'a loom.
Autumn's embroidery is workmanship divine
How fine, inimitably fne the web
| On which these shining beauties are displayed
Gan Persia's looms, or Brussels rival these Z
| Nay, human skill and art when they attempt
To rival these, expose their impertection.
Serenely sweet and beautiful Is autumn
Oh what solemn stiffness reigns around,
The Giants of the forest naked stand,
With outstretched arms they seem to preach
to man,
They speak of times sad flight, of life's de-
cline,
And whisper to the ear of Reason thus.
Death 10 the certain heritage of man,
Hence learn OF Nature this important truth,
Time ID the precious seed time of the soul,
And If improvd Eternity will yield
harvest rich of everlasting gain.
how truthful and how faithful, too, 10 su-
Her lore how deep her knowledge how sub
Truth, faith and wisdom, beauty all comb ined.
Exerted all for mans eternal good;
And they proclaim her origin divine;
Angel OF Heaven, minister Of love.
Her bounty too the muse would celebrate,
She bends the laden bough and pours her
fruits,
Her luscious fruits, into the lap Of man,
And makes his heart with gratitude rejoice.
And thus she to his reason doth appeal,
And thus proclaims the goodness OF o Gods
whose goodness 10 commensurate with love
How changed the scene since late wander'd
forth
Through yonder grove where flowers of beauty
bloomed,
Whose pleasant task, and fond ambition
seemed,
Each TO outvie in shedding charms of love,
To captivate the rowing Poets eye,
And claim of him song OF eulogy.
10 shed their sweetest incense on the gale,
That he might through its agency select
The most delicious and Yield 1t the palm.
res, changed the scene for now in death they
lie,
While tn North wind mid naked branches
play
A requiem sad, to their departed charms.
Nature divested of her beauteous robes.
sits like a widow in her sable weeds,
With sadness written on her pallid bro3,
And mourns the exit of happier day.
NO more my morning and my evening walks,
Are embalmed with the delicious breath
vi fragrant flowers. Sad alteration.
sadness and death reigns everywhere around,
Ahd man is taught in characters of truth
The solemn lesson OF his own decay.
But why lament the fate of Natures flowers
House"
To sleep for aye and know no resurrection
No, but to gather strength from sweet repose,
Then rise again when Flora blows her trump,
The signal gives, deliverance fro m death,
To bloom again with all their ristine charms
But still we feel the present dssolation.
With heart and soul the Muse would sympa-
thize
With Nature in the depth of her distress,
For we like her now feel the dart of pain,
For Death of late inyidious-tyrant Death
Just like a felon at the midnight hour;
Or like some vile assassin laid his hand
When all was fair, nay beautiful and bright,
Upon the idol of devoted loye.
And sent him in the pith of manhood's pride,
In all the vigor Of meridian bloom
When length of days seemed written on his
brow,
Like some fair flower nipt by the North winds
breath,
Down to the chambers of the drsary tomb,
The end OF earth the teastisg house OF
And did he fall alene2 Oh no the peace,
Peace of connubial, and maternal love
Fell with him, and now fill one commos tomb. |
But why lament because the battles DER 2
The strife is ended, and the victory's won,
And now he reigns on you eternal throne,
And wears fadeless, Everlasting crown,
Whose glory does eclipse yon Boosting Sun,
Nay, in whose presence Sol lie darkness all. |
Then why lament but Nature spurns control,
For did not Jesus weep o'er Lazarus dead2
Oh yes, but then fond Nature Ia at fault,
She loves the casket and forgets the jewel.
why dote so much on we'll proportional clay,
Though cast 1t be in Heavens most perfect |
mould,
And animated with a soul divine7
A shining mark Oh | Death seemed thy de-
light,
Thy jealous nature claimed fond virtues heart,
Nor did 1t claim In vain, for thy sad dart,
Thy ruthless dart did there a lodgment find,
And thus was peace and bliss forever slain.
What Heaven appoints Is ever wise and just
Wisdom and Justice rule the mind of God.
And all for what2 for mans eternal good,
For where we oft the greatest i'll suspect,
The greatest good by Providence is meant.
fhe sky that wears an angry frown to day,
Tomorrow wears the brilliant bow of hope;
Hope smiles again, nor does she smile In vain,
For oh she bears a promise TO the SOUL
A promise that all verified shall be-
of sweet reunion In eternal bliss.
WnMrNerox, November "a, 1866.