Richland beacon. [volume] (Rayville, La.) 1869-1890, 1873-06-28

How n ~Oaks The pas-tr : feet! .
How il rait-s on the shutter =
How II rumple- up tn" lawn!
How twill Sigh, and moan, and Duttcr,
From darkness until dawn
Making human life "A burden,
Making joy lim-y vile,
Making bondage seem Il guerdOn
In the rainic-s fields Of Egypt, by the clever rive
Nile.
Yet how pleasantly she rain,
With Ill delicate refrain,
May sing away the >uitllnoss Of summer day o
night
Set the dropping grass a-springing,
And ihc rohln's throat a-rnglng,
Fill the mcadow-land- with veriurc, and the hill
with gli-tenIng light!
or in ApTl, 1cklr- hearted,
Ire the chill has quite departed,
Thai the iro,t-, and the SHOWS, and the howlin;
winds have hrOught,
When all thy signs of gladncS-
Take u -umb"r tIngc OF sadness,
For days and deeds that come no more, an,
dreams that fell To naught,
Then, in half-unwccome leisure,
lis sort of solemn pleasure
To sit beside the ingic,
or Ia lie beneath the shmgle,
And listen 10 the pattcr oi the raln rain, rain,
To the drip, drip, drip,
And the pattcr pdtirr, pattcr,
on the roof, and the shutter, and the pane, pane
pane.
But whether night or daytime,
In harvcst-timc or play-timc,
And whether pour or pattor,
The early rain or latter
EeigRs over human purpose, and plays with hu-
man fears
Sets mighty armies shouting,
sends little Cupid pouting,
Turns trusting into doubling,
And triumph into tears.
OH sadly remember
One treachrruss September,
When the autumn equinoctial came week or so
too
] had started, with "a cousin,
For the church, among Il dozen
Maids and matrons who were airing
The fall styles, - and gayly wearing
The very newest, sweetest things in bOnnets
meath the moon,
And midway of the journey,
Like "A thousand knights in tourney,
The lcvcled lances of the rain drove furious at
our breast;
And the fall styles fell and wilted,
on the danes so proudly killed,
And by sudden transformation worse than worst
became the best.
Though now am scre and yellow,
was then a valiant fellow,
And esteemed it more joy 10 serve the ladies
than to live.
Imagine, then. nv feelings,
Mid the shrinkings and the squealings,
When my 'Watcr-prOOf' umbrella proved a
sieve, sieve, sieve!
when my shiny new umbrella proved sieve
What a sorry lot ot murtals
SAT within the sacred portals,
In Their mermaid millinery looking sad, sad,
sad!
Nothing dry except the sermon,
Which disosursod on dcws of Hermon
And the streams which, saith the scripture, do
make glad, glad, glad
80 the preacher praised the waters
10 those mothers, wives, and daughters,
Every dripping, draggled one of whom was mad,
mad, mad,
And my bright and handsome cousin,
Sweetest girl among the dozen,
Or among dozen dozen you might meet along
the way,
Then a hopeful, sprightly lassie,
Now, fear IA little pdssee,
Dates the ruin of her chances from that rainy
Sab5ath-day.
She had spcnt her last round dollar
torthe bonnet, gloves, and collar,
That should have proved effective on the smart
young pulpteer;
But he rode home in the carriage
-, OF her rival, and their marriage
was solemnlzed tmy Cousins word in less than
half year.
But gladly remember
NJ, One crimson -hued September,
When We strayed along the hedges and within the
gorgeous void;
merry autumn party
OF men and m-idcns hearty,
Rejoicing in the foliage OF scarlet and of gold;
And ere we thought of turning,
49, Or saw sign of warning,
We heard upon the fallen leaves the footsteps of
the rain.
Away went rules conventional.
And l, with haste Intentional,
just clapped my good old broad-brim on the bead
OF Annie Blame.
That eXtemporiZed umbrella
Threw cold water on "A fellow
Who was courting, in lazy sort of way, Miss
Annie Blaine;
While II made me quite gallant,
And fine young man of talent.
In the eyes and estimation of the beauteous Annie
Blaine.
In the dreamy summer haze
OF my far-On boyish days,
i had chased the Turing butterfly across the grassy
plain;
But never threw my hat
O'er a prize so fair as that
When il sheltered, caught, and gave me, the
lovely Annie Blaine
And P,e blessed that gentle rain
Again and yet again,
nor the flowers il set blooming in my life, life
life;
For the crimson and the gold
That adore the little fold
Where find an autumn shelter with my wife,
wife, wife.
-APpletOns' Journal.