The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1878-10-02
sEprEnnER N THE OHIO VALLEY.
ny r.L.EwEIYx c. THOMAS.

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The dreamy Autumn lleth In ppIse
With faded hands amid her rpenei stoEr:
Her I~uurney's end Is rachel, her work Il done.
VI all her hopes, the golden goal Is Won
No need Of care, nor toll nor trouble more
Far Meath her feet the fair Ohio h0TA,
And, through the mist that all tbs valley hIls,
In the sunlight the wafer dlmly gl0EN
Now seen, now lost among the wooded hills
SIIent she sItieth. With calIn eyes she sees
The changing SUBMITS Of the t,Fest treEs
Which nov the cumming first + painting n'er
With COLDER crimson aad all ghrseIuS dyes,
His culGrs caught frOAI the IaleIte u the sun.
NoS for the bowers deal the sd wind sighs
As Il doth wander through the forest old.
Not vet the Earth hath donned her falrst trlm,
Her robes Of scarlet and her crown q eOld
Flushing With gems IL ral!eIce mAnIinId,
Asia the later Autumn may he sem
To match with which her present robes seem down.
But now she smile'iu beauty more serene.
sadness Is In her look, as she doth gaze
With stsahEINt eyes upon the b%eIuieOtI Bcene,
That slumbers 'naIh the AnethyIIne haze,
And all aptsaaF unreal ~ = dream,
A sdueSs miXEi with Joy. Well doth NheknoW
This WOndrOuS beauty must SO1n pass away,
That o'ef this realm, which fairy land doth seem
BY glamour builded, short must he her stay
A sadurss born IL 10y: for there doth spring
Full often Adues lrom joys overflow
Sweet l. the evening u the golden day,
But In the west SbIn iNles the crimson glow,
And there l. E1dneS Ia its latest ray
To thIuk 1t sOOn shall earn u twilight gray.
A lies hIgh task accomplished oft doth bring
Regret for hour Of toll with Hope still 90 the ElpH
And thus she stitch with her folded hlnl..
Her hopes iuldllel, noE fade aud die away.
U'erips, all thing do tend unto decay.
She lOokrih 0'rI the CLEAN u new ploEeI llnIs.
She hsars the gDlddnch, ash, cirllRg, dle
Above them, saying In sd song, Farewell"
All thingS with fading Nature synpathlBe.
The blue hIrl hittiuy DER the stuhble held
Repeats bis Eal ''ch0r ynr, v ALL TO tell
The srrJE that within bis heart doth dwell:
Though trOpic flowers be ever fresh aud gay
Joys like those past the future cannot yield.
And illus she si:ts,h with her folded hands.
why should she build that winter might destroy:
She knOWelh her days numbered, and doth say
'IIll deck me in my beauty ere Idle
With all the gorgeous hues the hsaveassuPPly.
The purple grapes are ripening In the rays
IN ths warm sun'ant bl1shing to be kissed;
The appIes ruddy cheeks glow In the mist:
The Luscious peach gems melting heath his gane.
The.r added TO the P4E-Pt~s GRANNY card
Shall iurhish forth 4 banquet IA my WILL
"rbe funeral pyre | Will ascend. and I
Then will myself the aGming torch apply,
The Wills az bright leaves 6y fresh breeEes Stlned
To sudden blaze, shall dame Osr every bill,
And smoke Of incense nj the valleys Iil;
Then having lived my lie content VIII de-
And even In death stern winter Will DEFY"
The sun upon the Western hill top stands
And poareth forth his life In crimson light
Nov ioFlnFn earth with rosy twilight hands
poth hIde her iaes 10 her blaek marble, night,
Until comes forth the mild eopsOlIns mOon
Whose lIquid light seems dropping from the leaves
Like dew. Beneath i heard the cricEFt1 Groom,
And Ka.y-did for unknown sorrow grteTeA
unr beautIful the SoIt September night!
Not yet ha h died the crimson In the west
whore the dead SUI lies buried out o! hIht;
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