Memphis daily appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1847-1886, 1872-10-13

For the sunday appeal
Slowly ard laziiy the deepening shadow
Through The stan autumn days
silent and steaithiiy the gathering mis-
WFeaths strengthen
Their dim and spectral haze
Through the cool forest shade the mountain
stream gees singing
His giadsOme rOundelayt
The shallow, sunny brookithrough meadow
brown Is ringing
Her laugh, the Hvelong day.
Natures many mingled voices
Blending, echoes sad and gay,
swell the choral hymn TO welcome
II brown October day.
Far up the darksome gorges OF the mountain
The chorus echoes round,
From laughing waterfalland singing fountain
With Wild, e~ntangied sound
singing soft love words 70 the snowy blossom
That on It's waters lie,
Breathing sweet fragrance from its lulling
Where the blue vioIets die;
And the wavelets laughing tnlsle
And the cascades silvery sound,
Hash the song and stiu the footsteps
Where the pools lie dark around
From branch to branch, like soft grey shad-
The chaffering squirrels run,
The smooth, brown chestnuts on the green
Clean in the western sum;
Purple and orange CLOVIS the sleeping noun
LNIus
Scarlet and green and gold;
Legends ofelfland, sings The silver fountain
Deep in It's woodlands old;
In the glow OF golden sunsets,
And the scarlet pOmp OF woods,
FIT the mystic shapes that people
Autumns sylvan solitudes.
The dun deer in his leafy covert lying
Keeps in Its shadows cool,
The waterfowl, IN white wing slowly flying,
Rests by the darkiing pool
The woodlands echo back. the ansVered low
ing
OF quiet browsing herds,
Sweet autumn winds the tuneful harp are
blowing
or waters and Of birds.
In the whisper of her woodland
Or the thunder of her wave,
The voice Of Nature speaks, alike
To sovereign and 70 slave
with languid step and dreamy eye, October
Enters the vale OF years,
Casting behind her garments scar and sober,
And Understanding fearsi
Robing her queenly limbs with ~rainbows,
Their glowing, dazzling sheen,
Growing her brow with crimson ~eloudlets,
To meet the Autumn Queen.
Calling wind and cloud and bulOw,
Bidding hill and vale and wood
Bend the knee, to hail her glowing,
Warm, tmpassioned -womsnhood.
Cay sumach, faunt your cones OF crimson
glory
In the gold sunbeams fash,
Tell TO the winds your burning passion story
whispering ash,
Rustic your TISSUES flashing green and golden,
Bright birch and spicy pine,
Your purple robes their royal hueg unfolding
strong oak and clingtng vine;
Proud, imperial, retgning passion,
With your golden sunse CLEAN
Flood the rainbOW-tinted temple
Ola woman's latest dream.
ere your whispered lyric, warm and
tender
Has told its mystic rhyme,
With steaIthy fOotstep, shrunken grey No
vember
steals in the wake of Time;
ghostIy arms her glowing form encircle .
With haunting doubts and fears
stony eyes her golden visions darkle
In floods Of raining tears.
And down the darkened forest ring
His weird and hollow means,
And echo DER the rocks and waves
In wild, funeral tones.
Ghosts in white cere clothes, through the air
come trOoping
With swift and 0fseless flight
IN her cold form their ilentshadOws grouping
In the still hush Of night;
5hadowy forms, with white and cleaning
faces
over the waters glide
The Ice-King, in his cold and still embraces
Gathers the rushing tide;
the rainbOW-crOwned October
With her gold and crimson glow,
les sleeping, still and dreamlegs
Under softly falling snow.
FOREST H-HE, OctOber6, 1871