The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1872-05-02
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rThs following h pro0ounced By the West-
m6Nsew AeVjesr 10 b unQuestionably the
an1st AusvicAn pcsm ever written j
WleAia Ne sssss rsalm Of lsaaam tres,
~ ussee yuas inhaaeA ne lrsamy cir;
Llks soae iAnasd rsapse, a nh houf Of case,
when q The nsads ars lying brown and hare.
The ssAy barss booking fron their hasy bills
Der The dan waters widening In the wales,
esat down the air grssting 70 the mtlh.
On the dull thandss a. alternate nAils.
An siehss wsrs u.salowsA asd Ill sounds suhdued.
A IN dream She distant woodman hewed
His winteT leg with many . msfned blow.
TIE su,batfisd forests. srewhiie srnlsd with gold
Thair hannss bright with every martial hue.
Row sbood IKE s0ne sad. beaten h0st 81 old,
WlthdraWn altar IN Times rsmoteat blue.
On somhrs wings NE vaIture tried III alsht;
TIE deve scarce heard his sishins maees com
paAint:
Ara. IKE 8 sGar s,ow drowning In the light.
The village church vase sssmed to paic and faint.
The ssusinsl COCK UPON he hillside crew
Crsw tAslos-And Ill 10 setlier than bsf0rs;
sllsas IN 5000 ssplyfng warden blew
Hi aaien horn. and then was heard no more.
where srss he lay, whiting the sims tall crest.
Made earFuions trouble round her unnehged
you1g,
Ard where the osioie swung her swaying nest,
~ evsry light wind IKE . censor swung;
where sang the noisy martens Of the ewes.
The buay swallows ciFclins ever near
Horsbodine. - tho rustic mind believes.
An early harvest aad . plenteous year;
Whses every bird thas walked the vesnAl feast,
shook the swest slumbes ftsm It, wings It morn
Towarn Tie reaper - The roy COST
An now w2 ssaleas. smSty and foflorn.
Aloss. ftom Ont the sssbh,s, plpsd Ne quail,
Ard crooked the crow through all 1.-THE dreary
gloom;
A,o,s - pheasant, arunuins In the vale.
Made echo In the distance 70 the cottage loom.
There was no bud, no bloom. upon the bowers,
The spiders moved their thin ahrouds night by
night;
The thissle down. the only ghost Of 6owers.
sailed slowly by-passsd nsissseasiy ont Of sight.
Amid ali this, In this moss dreary air,
And where the woodblns sheds upon the porch
IT. crimson leaves. - u The year stood there.
Firing the loor with its inverted torch:
Amid Al this. the centre Of the scene,
The white-haired matron. with monotonous tread,
P1lsA thsswin wheel and with her joyous n.ssn
She he'd known SORROW. He had walked with her.
On suppsd and broke with her the asben crust,
And in the ead leaves still heard the stir
or his thick mantle trailing in the dust.
While yet her cheek was bright with summer
bloom,
Her conntry summoned. and she gave her all:
And twics war bowed TO her his sable plume
Regave the sword 70 rust upon the wall.
RegAve the sword, but not the hand that drew
And struck for liberty the dying blow:
Nor him who, TO his sire and country true
Fell mid the ranks Of the Invading foe.
Long. but not loud, the droning wheel went on,
Like the low murmur Of hive Ut noon;
Long, but mot loud, the memory of the gone
Breathed through her lips n sad ard tremulous
tone.
Atlast the thread was snapped her head was bowed;
Life dropped the distA6 through her hands serene:
And loving neishbors sooihsd her careful shroud,
While death and love closed the Antumn scene.