Memphis daily appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1847-1886, 1868-12-13

Whittier. Among the Hills" Is se
ondin s~estness ouly to Maud Muller,
Ond will soon be as popular:
For weeks the clouds had rsked the bill
And vexed the wales with raining,
And all the woods were sad with mist,
Anc all the brooks complaining.
At last a sUddea night-storm tore
The mountain wells asunder,
And swept the valieys clean before
TRe bosom Of the thunder.
Through Sandwich notch the west-win
sang
Gosd-morrow to the cotter;
And once Sgsin ChOcorua's horn
or shadow pierced the water.
Above his broad lske Ossipes,
Oace more the sunshine wearing,
STOPPED, tracing on that silver shield
His grim armorial bearing.
Clear drawn against the hard blue sky
The peaks hsd winters keenness;
And, close OE sutumD's frost, the wales
Had more ths0 June's fresh greenness
AksIu the sodden forest floors
With golden lights were checkered,
O3ce move rejoicing leaves in wind
Aud sunshine danced and hckefed.
It vas as il the summers late
AtOniBg for its sadness
Had borrowed every sssson's ObsrRs
To end it's dsys 10 gladness.
call 20 uiRd those banded Valss
or shsd0W Rpd Of shining,
Through which, my hostess at my aide,
dove Ia days deoliDing.
We heId our sldellug wEy above
Toe rivers whitening snGilOYs,
By bomestesds Old, with vids-fung
bsrBs
swept through and through by swAI-
lows
By msple orchards, belts Of Pine
And lsrehes el mir & dsrkiy
The mountain Slopes, and, over All,
The great peaks rising starkly.
You should have seen that long hill
range
With gaps Of brightness rivsn,-
How through each pass and hollow
The purpling lights Of heaven
Rivers o. gold mist flowing down
From far celestial fountains,-
The great SUI flaming through the riffs
Beyond the wall Of mountains
We paused at last where hosle-bOund
P0Ts
RroSxht down ths pastures treasure,
Asd ia tNe barn the rhythmic dails
Bsst out c harvest measure.
Webesrd the u ight-hAEk' e sRllen plange,
The crow MS I,-Se mates calling:
The shadows leagthening down the
About our feet Sasre falling.
And through them sEnsGs the level sun
In broken lines Of SpiezGor,
Touched the gray rCeSs s1s made the |
OF the shorn grass more teQder.
The naples bending Ger the gate,
Their arch OF leaves just tinted
With yellow warmth, the golden glow
OF coming autumn limited.
Keen white between ths farm house
showed,
And smiled on porch end trellls,
The fair democracy of filwOrs
That equals cot and psises.
<Iss wes*sng gsrlsnds for her dog,
NEiEt ehi5Ipgs and csressss,
Oan ,Wes - childhood shook
a III ~, Sssnine fron hsr tresses.
<oa we saw ths slgas
O1 eitneF ii ef sbrewdness,
vi fancy q. you'd its arms Of vines
" R599d Pg59 5asSs tb9i3,1. 9S ~ea@SIy FOdeneSS.
The sOn.br07vr s,rms ), % his troCk
sbooE hand. sp1 cans . I to Mary,
Bare armed, as Juno might, soc eame' I.
White-aproned from her S1aii "
Her afr, her smile, her motions, Il
or vomanly c9mplstenesss
A music as of household songs a
Was in her voice Of sweetness.
Not beautiful in curve and line, ;.
Bntsumstbing more sad better,
The secret charm sliding art,
It's spirit, not its letter =
An Unborn grEes that nothing lacked A
OF culture or appliance
The warmth Of genial courtesy,
The calm OF self-rehance.
Before her queenly womanhood A
How dared our hostess utter
The Dsltry sTrand OF her need
To buy her fresh.churBed butterP 80
She led the way with housewife prids. 81
Her gOOdly store disclosing,
Foil tenderiy the golden balls
With pFacticed hands disposiDg. -
Phen, while along the western hills
We watched the chsngeful glory tt
Os sunset, on our homeward way,
l heard her simple story. 49,
The early crickets sang; the stream
Flashed through nay friends nara Tt
ton;
9sr rustic pstoIs Of the hIlls
Lost 10 my free Translation.
More wise" she said, thsn those who II
swarm
Our bills in middle sunv vmer.
he came, when June's Grst roses blow.
To greet the early e0ner.
From school and ball and rout she
came,
The eity's fair, pale daughter, 81
. drink the vi Of mountain air 5
Beside the BssrcAznp Water. Fh,
Her step grew frmes on the hills
That watch our homssteads over. "H
o cheek and lip, from summer feIds. 3
she caught the bloom Of clover. Fh.
For health comes sparkling in the
streams +" A
From cool ChOcOrus stealing: U
here's iron ia our Northern winds. Th,
Our pines are trees of healing.
~ 1Ae DNAcaLn t45 tf0al-aFDle0 e. ma ~ "A
That skirt the moving meadow, I
nd watched the gentle west Sind Sns
weave n
The grass with sbine and shadow
Beside her, from the summer be A
10 share her grateful screening Y
IN forehead barred, the farme z ssoo.d. Or
Upon bis pitehfork leaning.
Esrmed IN its damp, dark r elss ia tac. ar
Had nothing mean or cop-Anoo = !
rong, manly, true, the klndeg aeas
And pride beloved OF wonoS -
She looked up, glowing viii, ths h..,.,- 80
The country air hsd broGeB e her.
%, laughing, said YOO sck q wisa -
Your mother lacks daag ater. 20
To mend your frocS n ID bake your "E
bread
Y You do not need 4 lady; Nc
, sure among tAese brown old homes