Dallas herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1849-1873, 1870-11-26
AUFUMS TiIOTaiTs.
Written In o forest OF keaiaekT.

~ FlEaiNi,s Hs1sshs
ysw Autumn, shh he hail aad .hsaf
las eon,r, sni fulss -ths varied yssri
! Ani IaiRis siih ysilas DE the leaf
! Ot fsiing woodlands, Ia snl nrsF'
There's IlsasaHi eoalnrss In OsIohrrs air,
Aud Easis ia ihs qnaii shrli csll,
"WhvH frssis MAKE hslds ani iarssls bare
AEd lhs T,pensl salaals i.ll,
lose The dark woods aseseFel shade,
lis OIL ani tempest Tiillvl trees
Ihsre beauty IN the iiabsrsi slate,
Add slirFlng music In ths hIsfEs--
/ The hrrsEe, thai son tteush grsnlly ssFlis
'Mll hsuEhs II siuriy OAK sal lsreh,
/ fimi, iAihi as the eLims % far-an bells,
Thea 10, a. TIE gTaEiss, ba.iis'msrsh,
Hers, 'Inllsi ihssc shal,wy aisles 20 llm,
Pdmegal Mature rrifniuF yet
They awe myrisl signs Of liim
WA'sa seals uPaa thrm PlainlY ses--
Anl hrrei. Seer, in rfuai form,
Shrub, Snl lssC anl s'as eyel flower,
Like those which FpraHg in snnheaos warm
ia youag Crral!oas morning hour
The brown Oh oaks which -rnw around,
Pcrcaauee for ctR'urie. have s,ooli
And unkuuNp races Iaircd the muunl
Amid these si,uis OF the wooli
Aud on yon calm aud elsssio s,ream,
Where steamers clrnv- the waters hlur,
0uee, sofily as shadows gisam,
SUin moved the Tei mans rude oauoe.
Pair strcaml deep, sylvan forest old
Thy varied scenes " glory,
Though OF, to- often ARE not told
"lu epic, song or sIoryi'
The furr,t still is L1yos re,rea.
In sohlhing solitude 10 dream;
White Love auI Reason often meet
Beside this lovely lLcid slreEh.
The poet sings OF Glcnfnla.ss
Aud Other woodlands broad and fair,
Whore the nimbl- red deer crops the grass,
Aul prowling wild h"tsi- have laiT
But where Ohio's waters stream
Dear Old Kentucky 3 bounds along,
Are forests filter for his dream,
Ana inspiration for his song.
1 in the locusts shadow stand,
And gaze ON bright Ohio shore,
AS mcm ry wakes the dnsky hand,
Who Il tread lts pleasant paths no more:--
Thus 'rapt in silent reveric,
turn Ia sadness to the tide
Ani the departed seem TO sec,
AS feet their birchen vessels gllds:--
That noble race has gone for aye
From old Kentuckys bowers,
| Thcir nimblc feet no more Shall stray
Long broad Ohio marge of ilowcrs:--
All gone to the mysterious bounds
which ncsn- bound spirits cannot know
Wen hope-,o course the bunting grounds
Who're dwels the Christian '"Aianito."
/ feel tho spell Of Fan"v thrill
Through every frvered vein;
| II seems the Indians war.whoop still
Comes, breeza- borne, Ter the plain -
[ see him round the white man join
| His savage comrades in The dance
But the OeaJsance Of the aborycJns
&wakcs me from the trance.
All who thus dreams Of ycnrs gone by,
| Though bright in momry yet
| Without The tear.drop in his eye
or generous regret p
Regret that all the happy raco
Who lived and fingered here Of yore,
Have perisheI--evcry trace
Like footprints from wav9.bent shore.
Oc'ober while thy serptrc's cast
Over wood, and plain, aud stream,
My Heart clings to the shadowy PGsy
In many cllm, sweet 'swnking dream"
Light as thy blue mist and Thy cloud,
Which gently rise in mornings now,
And like II ganzy. textured shrouI, .f
Enfold the mountains skyward brow.
Sweet iis to wander midst the groves,
Where leaves have fallen scre aad black,
When Memorys culbless piniou royes
Der Lifes bewildcrcd track;
For Fancy, with.a wizards power,
Restores, awhile, each perishcd scene,
| And round us blooms each cherished bower
In which our infaut feet have been.
clissic forest in Scotlnnl--Ses wri-
tings of Sir Waiter Scott, and Miss Porter,
the authoress of" scottish Chieisp ser