The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1879-10-16
Autumn Reflections.

Whata glorious gift of the Creators is this
of eyesight How we enjoy gazing upon the
lovely landscape; the beauties of nature are I'M
folded before us in all of their seasons, and are
lovely in their time. Just now feel that there
is nothing so worthy of admiration as an
autumn day. There is a dreamy stiffness over
earth-the day begins where the night dies.
The silvery moon which has been shedding a
flood of radiance upon the quiet earth is sink
ing into the ocean of darkness upon the west
ern horizon, and as she casts her last lingering
glances upon the slunlbering inhabitants all
objects fade into insigniicance, and the orb of
night drops silently into the dark abyss. The
earth inwrapped in a mantle of pale light seems
the abode of silence. There comes stealing
up from the Orient q faint rose-colored
tinge thatgro and spreads until the sky be-
comes 8 vast sea of rosy and golden light
Streamers ascend to the zenith. The glorious
sun rises from behind the hills and sheds his
splendor upon the earth, touching each tiny
spray and causing it to glisten in the brillian6
rays. The frost erstwhile had spread flmy
veil of glistening white over everything, and, as
the bright rays come shimmering down, they
embellish with sparkling light the gauzy cover
ing. The gentle Zepbyrs wander down the
wooded aisles of the old forest, and, stealing
along, cause the fallen leaves to rustic at their
approach and the branches to gracefully wave
hold upon the parent stem loosen their clasp
and float gently to earth to mingle in the grand
mosaic of natures handiwork; scarlet, brown,
crimson, and orange, they form into patterns
that battle the skill of man to reproduce.
The frost causes the nuts to come down in
numbers, whenever the breeze disturbs the re-
pose of the trees, and their dropping, dropping
dropping through the stiffness seems as the
rhythmic beatings of a joyous melody. The
winds are not mournful, as though chanting
dirge over the departed summer, nor as if be-
wailing the vanishing autumn, but rather as if
hymning praise for the beauty still remaining
At noon everything is resting In the golden
glow of the sunbeams that fall upon the quiet
ude. The warmth almost induces us to be-
lieve that the summer still abides with us. AS
the sun dips toward the west. the dew, imper-
ceptibly stealing over all, draws forth sweet
scents to fill the air. The monarch of the day
goes down in brilliant splendor; gradually the
light fades: objects become indlshnct; thin
haze appears to infold all in its gentle clasp.
Silently. one by one in the infinite azure above,
the stars come trooping forth; and, as their
myriad forms emerge into view, their l1ght De-
comes more bright and gentle radiance Is
cast over earth. Light feecy clouds sail over
the ether vault and from the fathomless Wa
ters is seen glow that brightens until silver
disk appears suddenly emerging from the sea-
and, rising swiftly, sails higher and higher.
The vapcry clouds fit ever and anon across
her face, and, though they obscure her bright
ness for feeting time, yet she again assumes
her regal beauty and casts her silvery beams
upon the earth, watching, with loving glance,
the repose of mankind.
Thus the day is gathered to its rest Time
has garnered what was lovely and perfect to
bind into his sheaf. Once more the sands
have been exhausted, the chain of the hours
circled, and the prelude to another day begun.
MAUDE LEE.
NATION, Ill. ="