The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1872-01-20

! WRITTEN FOR \ LITTLE Girl, ON TIL
| OCCASION OF HER ELEVENTH BIRTH
| nay I.Nr.py Gru 1870
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W.oM'nS ou'h'he'' Aut'i'hn heat'
-'''A 'ie ch"nses oi Tile year.
| Late the earth was green and fair
! Flowers were blouuning EVERYWHERE.
Birds were singing in The trees,
| While the balmy healrhful hreeze
| Laden with perfume and SONG
Health and heautv how,d alono
| But a change comes Ger the scene;
Still the fields and trees are green,
| And the birds keen singing on.
| Though the early flowers are rome:
| Strips the shoes from little feet.
And the coats from little backs;
While the paddlipr hare. foot tracks.
In the brooklet which I see.
Tell of youthful sports and glee.
| Hay is rip'ninr on the plain.
Fields are rich in golden Grain.
Mowers rattle sbarn and shrill'
Reaners echo fron, Tho hin
Farmer. dark and brown with heat
| Push yorr labor-it is sweet
For the hope, in which YOU blow
And SOW, YOU are reaping now.
Corn, which late, was scarcely seen
| Struggling slowly into green,
Meath the Summers torrid glow
How like magic it does grow:
Rising to majestic heipht.
! Drinks the SIR. beams with delioht
sends it's rootlets tbrouub tho soil
| Fnraoinp for hidden snoil.
Riches more than Golden ore
Silent workers they explore.
With their apparatus small,
| Noiselesslessly thew gather all
! When their work is done. behold
! Treasurers, richer far than cold
| Fin the farmers store house wide
| And his grateful soul beside.
!
| But the scene must change again
! Hill and dell and spreading plain,
! Speak so all can comprehend
! Summers reign is at an end
| Forests, gorgeously arrayed,
| Queens such dresses ne'er displayed,)
Grace the coronation scene
OF the lovely Autumn queen.
Birds, with multifarious notes,
! Ringing from ten thousand threats,
! Shout aloud that Summers dead,
And Autumn reigns in her stead.
| Now another change behold
| All the varied tints of gold,
Purple, crimson, orange, green
Every hue and shade between,
! That bedecked the forest trees,
Now lie scattered by the breeze
| The birds have flown. (Faithless friends
| Love the most when they're best fed;
And when they have gained their ends,
Shamefnlly have turned and fled.)
Winter claims his wide domain,
| And begins his frigid reign.
Thus the seasons come and go;
Spring gives place to Summers glow;
Then comes mellow Autum's sway,
Rip ming fruits and short ming day;
| Gorgeous woods in crimson dress,
Beating queens in loneliness.
Then the Frost King mounts the throne.
Claims the empire for his own:
Hail and rain and sleet and snow
Are his ministers, that go
| On the swift wings of the blast,
At his bidding, fierce and fast.
Like the seasons of the year,
Your young life will change, my dear.
Now you re in your early Spring,
| Hope and Joy are on the wing;
Flowers blooming fresh and gay,
Shed their fragrance round your way.
Summers heat is coming fast,
And your spring will soon be past;
For where you are have been;
All that YOU see have seen.
Hopes that beamed around nv wav,
Cast their light on yours to-day.
All that you do l have done;
All your childish ways I've run.
All YOUR lows and panes I've had
All that make Won CAV or sad:
have sported in the brook.
Truant from my work or book;
Chased the butterfly and bee,
Robb'd the birds nest Oh the tree:
Dam'd the brook and built nv mill:
Flew my kite from hill to hill:
Sported with my top and ball
Childish joys 1 know them all.
I Childish lSva falt-