The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1875-05-07
Twilight Visions.

To the thoughtful mind, nature itself
is volume of poetry embellished by
pictures of ravishing splendor, and to
the observant eye, it :has many scenes
effulgent with the glory, sublimity and
grandeur of its Author; but of all its
enchanting scenes there are none 30
sublime to me as those of the morning
twilight hour. Nature has been re-
freshed by the dews of eventide and re-
stored TO its wanted vigor by sweet and
silent repOse. The pale. sweet stars are
fading ike the tender hues Of aurora:
the milkyway has already fed. The
moon has retired to her chamber of rest.
The bright orb of day ascends the hazy
dome of the east and throws his pioneer
CLEANS far out upon the bending sky;
while man rises to greet the morning
with song of praise as the voice of Ma
| ture is raised in the MARBLE of its morn
ingmelody.
| THE forth, each mountain height
| CLOVIS with a tnge of ROSY light,
And flowers that slumbersd through the night
, Their dewy leaves unfold.
] 4 food Of splendor bursts high,
And oceans breast reflects the SkY Of crimson OF
gold"
Nature is now adorned with a mantle
of light, and the proud eagle leaps out
from it's eyrie in the lofty crag, and scars
on swift pinions through the mountain
air, higher and higher, till it perches
upon the loftiest summit above the mist
Of morning, whence it may watch the
sun rolling up in his chariot of fire, driv-
ing before him darkness and night, and
pouring beams of light over a lurid
world on which the curtains of night had
thickly fallen. The sun shedding his
rays throughout the vaults of immeas-
urable space, be rolls on in grandeur,
driving the receding clouds of morn,
giving life and vitality to the vegetable
kingdom, and cheering all animate crea>
ton, eau sing Nature to tune her thou
sand harpS in sweet notes of melody to
Him that said, Let there be light" and
there was light The vernal zephyr fans
the tender violet and slakes It's thirst
with the sparkling dew that hangs like
precious gems upon the petals of the
opening flowers. On, in glory, flies the
brilliant sun in Lis chariot of fame un~
til We see him seated upon the throne of
MONDAY splendor, surveying the expan>
sive domain of lard and sea, the inhabi
tants of which shrink IN fearful admira-
ton before his gaze Like Solomon, who
had reached the zenith of earthly glory
and sat in the purple robe of highest
mortal dominion, he had risen only to
fall Soon he leaves his throne with his
purple robe trailing after him as he plods
the melancholy way Of decline, and as
his glory recedes, tn 6 timid breeze that
had couched in awe be fore him, inspired
now with greater courage, wakes up the
sleeping voices and tunes the unstrung
Tyres of Nature, and as the shadows Of
his fading glory gather around him,
strains of the sweetest muoic increase
until earth itself seems vocal with notes
of thanksgiving. The orb of day has
now run his daily race and is reclining
on the wave of the far distant West
Tired Nature is sinking to repose, and
the plumed minstrel is warblIng his twi.
light song. Silvery clouds, bright with
the tints of the departing sun, cluster
: in careless grandeur around the molten
: mass of superb beauty and nestles penz
: sively near the vacant orbit of their de.
parting light, and now,
THE curfsw tolls the knoll Of parting day
The lowing herd winds slowIy Ger the les,
The plovman homeward plods his ny way.
And leaves the word to twilight and to me-
A soft grey light spreads it's mantle
DER the bending sky. The tints of the
| departed sun are withdra wn from the
I clouds and the great monarch is now
D rolling his wheels of fire along the con.
fines of other worlds, lighting aud cheer
? ing by his glorious return the sleeping
? millions, of man, bird and beast that arise
and hail him With their welcome melo
. dies. We are in a world Disable twilight
e No sun is rolling in fiery slender across
q the azure dome. No moon is betting thu
: dark archway with her girdIe of soft
: sweet light. All nature Is sinking Sc
j renely to rest. The twilight breeze gent
e ~ fans the workman's sweating brow
n and takes passing nip from the cup o
= the nodding flower, then, on it's ordor
g Gus PiDions bears away the MARBLE of tn
= evening songster as he sings his retiring
9 lay. The trembling foliage has sighed it
] self to sleep Sweet twilight is fading t,
a rayless gloom. The katydid huns it
j nocturnal peau. The quavering note
of the lonely Whippoorwill are dyin,
away in the forest, and the last beams O
light are reeeding from the sky and sink
ing to rest amid the driveling clouds O
evening. Thus we have watched tn,
d progress of the sun of Nature from hi
rising in the early morn, OF through
s nOOn~day splendOr, and still farther on
j to his setting in the dewy eve, and so, to-
we have observed the changing seasons
, of life We have seen man in the tende
. twilight of infancy rocked in the dew
{ cradle of innocency; We have watched
, him in the morning of joy, as his SUI
E rises and spreads his youthful light on