The Elk County advocate. [volume] (Ridgway, Pa.) 1868-1883, 1880-08-26
Amid the Grasses.

Come! live in innocence again,
Sweet soul OF mine;
And weave once more the tender daisy chain,
And ringlets OF the dandelion fine!
Come, sing and Groom and chant,
Here turks no aching want
OF past or present;
Here honey.bind is found,
And creeping o er the ground
Mellow sunbeams pleasant!
Come! live in tender Joys and sweet embraces
vi bird-notes dropping hither,
All in the golden autumn weather,
All in the grasses and gray leaves together,
And see how eyes shine out from fair young
faces
In gentians blue, that catch the thstle's
feather;
Come, breathe and live
For here grow all gracious things to
give.
Here nodieth fine
My Lady Columbine;
Jacket and Breeches, some do call her.
Oh, naughty name! She is my Lady Column
May no i'll frost Or plucking hand beiall her!
oh, hither come and hide!
Here in the grasses nestle, nestle deep with
me!
Here with my bountoous love and me
Sweet nature, queen of all green things that
be!
For over all
Some high spirit mystical,
With vaporous form and golden-drooping hair,
Breathes through the drowsy skies
The mellow-tinted India a-summer air.
And Offers sacrifice!
All! what's so sweet
AS the tripping, twinklipg feet
OF the bro0klet meath the willows?
And what, ah! what's SO fair
AS the summer air,
And the lark high up in its feecy pillows?
And here in the meadow-and lar below
We can listen end catch the streamlet's flow,
And hear the lark till he's out OF sight
In the breezy blue above tho hill,
And watch the sunbeams drop and fill
Each little fower-cup with delight;
For here the shadows are soft and still
Hist he hushed as a startled mole
CURED i'll its cradle; for over the knoll
lsee the soft brown twitching ear
OF the shy gray rabbit peeping!
lie thinks that we are stepping
Nature and |! Ha ha!
4 And soon more near
He'll crouch his form and crop the hillside
tender;
And if the winds blow by,
He knows them, knows them Just as well as l.
No fears their shrill pipes slender
Hear how aloit the old crows caw!-
Ca! cal
Wicked black crows That fill their nav
With pretty hcld-tares. What shame!
Here's one that built his nest close by,
Last summer, and the grasses lie
Trampled by the path he came.
See here deep down are MOSES and sweet
ferns,
And meadow fire that burns:
Love torch, they call it rather,
Or Cupids cup, if maidens pluck and
gather.
Here Indian-lipe, the iairies smoke
TheJ light il by the meadow-tire-
And here 5 tie magic ring they broke
When darcing to their cricket choir.
And hee are spicy mints,
And club-head lichens iull OF fl eakish diuts
Oftoothsome elves, and prints
OF winding pathways thro' the reedy
Where, hurryihg wild, the emmets army
passes;
Here dainty roads,
Where, shining soft, the velvet-coated
toads,
Crushing the herbage, pant when rain is over,
Hopping to mt ct their loves in musky clover;
Aud here the feld-mouse comes,
Stealing sweet natures crumbs
Seeds that she plants tVr mice and birds un-
needed;
she stores her wealth ot Grain
wav-side ,arms bv walls Sr;ar-orou,r ord
over-weeded. '
Uere here watch tbem como
The wild bee with his drum;
The fitting dragon -Hv With azu7e vyiro.
The painted moths. and Ior
With his sharp, wiry low,
The eIbowed grasshopper, with sudden snrino
SETTING the tnickcts brown in wild commotion?.
While flulte,ing down like shells ,hronpb
some blue ocean,
In undulations rhythmically slow,
Throngh the blne-misted air NJ ontrn,' l,oi5
Purple as Tyiian tides, and interlused
With incense odors of all sweet sbr,b,
bruised
Here still are butteroups, so silvory yellow;