Middletown transcript., 1876-09-02
Selett poetru.
THE SEASONS.
BY LILLE BELL.

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THE SEASONS.
BY LILLE BELL.
Fair Spring he's come with soft and balm
breeze,
The trees are putting forth their infal
s43ss Il leaves anew; zitx1
The little lamb is frisking in the field,
Or quiet lies beneath the grazing eve.
!. The little chicks flock to the cluckin
I u hen,
The seven-sleepers leave their earthly der
The circling bats now round the chimney
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The butterflies amid the flowers rove;
The apple blooms that on the branches blow
Make low whisperings like lovers in
grove.
The robin pipes his merry carol forth,
Aurora sometimes deigns to light on
north.
Sweet Summer comes with all her verdan
! robes,
, Deck'd as maiden in her blooming years
Roses blush among the many flowers,
Rain FALLS like woman smiling through he
The warbling songs of birds that's eve
Like incense float towards the vaultet
blue@
The rolling billoYs of the golden wheat,
Like moorbe on phosphorescent sea;
The silv'ry oats that rears its nodding head
The well-filled pods Of the sugar-pea.
Ripe melons plucked from the running
d vine,
Purple grapes hang brimful Of luscious
wine.
Our orchards, ladened with, their spicy fruit,
Now fling blazon banner o. er our land
The wild grapes cluster by the babbling
Shedding their blood upon the grass and
Tall, graceful ferns and vines the bank
= adorn,
ltli The bounding hare here slakes his thirst
at morn.
Nature now clothes with beauty all the hills,
The months roll on still adding deeper
bloom;
| The hectic flush of Autumn now appears,
A. That tells the year is Fastening to the
tomb.
The dying glory speaks Of parting day,
When the sun, that made it bright, hath
u fled away. a.
The murmuring brooks still keep their
ceaseless flow,
The eastern winds are weaving Autumn's
pail;
And dirges echo through the wooded dell,
Chanting an anthem to the leaves that fall.
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The day has pass d-the resting yeoman
The coming harvest, rich with Indian maize,
Is strewn in yellow heaps upon the field
The huskers' song is heard from morn till
Which tells how plenteous will be the
The rattle ofrude wagons now is stilled,
The air with the chirp of the cricket's
filed.
The bursting chestnut on the topmost boughs,
Each little urchin with his comrades vies
To climb the tree, and win the bounteous
prize,
Needless ,ofItAs gray squirrel scampering
The sheep creep to their folds at eventide,
The squealing pigs crowd closer side by
side.
The cocks shrill call re-echoes DER the hill,
The twittering birds have sought warmer
home
Mud-masons, that around the gables build,
Have closed their nests, and bees have
sought the comb,
Like strains of Nolius on the breeze,
The wind sighs mournful through the
~ :. leadess trees. .FtT
Famed Indian Summer, with her golden
haze,
Tells us that Winter is now close at hand;
Our garners stored with fruits and yellow
grain,
While bare is laid the beauties of our land
Bleak clouds are drifting Ger the sky
serene,
While snow and ice close in the Autumn
scene. 'it'i
The storm may rage vithout-shut to the
TED door, G 55f fIlEEEE
Draw up the chair beside the blazing
hearth;
Home voices greet the weary farmers ear,
That makes his heart beat high with joy
ous mirth.
The horse and COW are resting in their
stall,
v The snow has woven for the earth her
pail.
Past time now rests in thee, Eternity,
The infant year is Graded in the old;
Christmas, thy chants resounded full and
clear,
New Year, thy masses now are being told |
Ye bells ring out your joyous chime,
: ~ Proclaim the living God in every cline.
z0Wnsend, Del., July 8, 1876.