The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1884-11-07
IN AUTUMN DAYS.

Zee how the brightfaced Autumn shines in
And decks with silver mists the purple
wales;
And frosty Morning. charioted by gales,
Rides where the East burns with ruby nre,
And throws his flaming lances higher and
higher.
o glorious dawnl Thou type of life and hope
Freed from the secret prison OF the night,
Thy shining charms, like wondrous blossoms
That, having no rich balm, exhale the
light.
Until a thousand rainbows blent in one
Seem dreaming on the highway of the sun.
The clouds, a gorgeous pageant, cold with
In Silent grandeur throng the solemn skies,
Or flushed with glory, gather side by side
wherein the West tie lordly mountains
rise.
The soul of Beauty haunts both heaven and
The very air to life and Joy gives birth.
The nodding golden-rod shines where the dust
The roadside grass has whitened in the sun.
Dear faithful flower, still its bloom will trust
Though Natures hour of b-ossoming is
done.
When winters frosty fingers pluck its
charms,
Still is it bright to smile in Beauty's arms.
And Wonder plume of sumach. crimson fair
See how it burns beside the moss grown
walls
Twill glow till, hushing all TIE frosty air.
The snow, heavens frozen kiss OF pity,
Twill nod and bow. till, clad with faded
leaves,
The frosty chestnuts pour in rushing show
erS
Their bursting wealth upon the leaf strewn
And through the afternoons swift flying
hours
The shouts of many a merry school-boy
All. happy tribe. unknown 20 want and care.
Would | laughing child might JON them
there.
Rich, ripe and bearded falls the yellow grain.
Where rings the reaper's scythe at break of
And filed with g'adness is the honest swain.
That homewari guides his load at twilight
gray.
Through dewy lanes where sleeps the beating
fold.
And shine, the early crescent white and cold.
Deep in the vineyards. on the russell stem
The clustered grapes hang purple with their
Each smoothed and rounded like chiselcd
gem
Wei worthy on some queenly breast to
With what sweet charms each season greets
its closet
Each to its end in beauty fuller grows.
The birds have flown to sing in Southern
skies.
Where Summer holds eternal blossoming:
Where heavens pure dream OF growing sun
light lies
On earth as softly as an angels wing:
And where the streams sing on with music
rare.
And entertain the wild woods unaware.
But though the birds have fown. and on the
Their Dubbing songs of love no more are
heard,
Yet bark! thousand voices hath the gale.
And each voice seems the echo of Il bird.
The reeds like flutes breathe sweet aolian
songs,
And to each stirring twig tongue belongs.
Nor have the rivers, glittering in the light.
Forgotten that wild minstresy they knew:
The nlls puri on as sweet to Autumn bright
As e'er they rang at Summers hour of dew:
Nor have the insects. but a season old,
Their merry piping closed because tbs cold.
But now; gay Autumn, thou who bringest
To Summers gentleness, thyself must die
And from thy hale and parted lips the breath
Must steal away in one low wintry sigh.
Farewell o Autumnl hig h among the stars
Pale Winter watches from his icy tars.
Farewell, the last dear bird, the last swee,
fioweri
Farewell; We rustling woods, We pleasan,
dalesi
Winter rocks earth to sleep in one short hour
And rings the kuell of Summer in his gales;
Yet Winter hath glory and a grace,
And wears kind heavens smi e upon his face
Ernest ". Sh'rtief. in YOUTHS Companion.