Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1893-09-07
our Native H1,-

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as the Time draws near in wbich.
tisiI our native State, the boms y 70 "a
childhood, the land Of onr III" gila, Of Cur
pleasing recolleotions tErong tst' What
Nhat deep emotions tbri. the sa-'I, Mlhdl
Vefslng the rolling Wheels N ~ ~ re-
prlng back the far distant mast .e e.lle, We
II With that joy and brightness r,ess..ol.hihg
20 our early years. The youne fSs.saillhg
IN the world seeking his fort1n Ian olt
with untold delight, IN home ell ~. lsads
quest 10 return to the old hear bsto,i, q r.
again partake Of It's genial warra 3is ana
renew lts loving associations. I'M tn aha
ule-a ged man, stepping aside frS,, Zig ~
battling ranks Of life, laws dow Nm ~ lhe
NOR ana hastens to the home N liz ~ si'
hooo, there 10 rest, for brief tjme IVY
the cares OF the counting room !, '' \.
lois OF me work shop. And win not y, ,ss
aase ~. man i g heart Eulsate with oniotls
osal, anu hls shortened step move wi,b
sIeatsr Selerltyi as he leaves the noisv citu
~ -, mo the quiet rest Of bis native lsr5s
IN. i ng roliIng Wheeis Of the "ilon horse
urn s.il NOT TOO rapidly as they bring lin -
his longed-for haven. A'W 70
The bills appear, the mountains risa
As from the sea, the swift train 5ies
Inc lncOnoonucks first we view.
men hearsarge, with ceruleau hne
30 bold and grand from out Who's br....
GdIle Ioflh The stone for WinsloW's -
nat ADMIRAL bold no, on the wave.
suhK hehel ships II Watery grave.
4, 4 nat trloule stone" town Warner gsvs
~ marx the spot where sleeps the lIavs
AT "Forest Hills beside the sea ave
Whose waves roll in their melodv
Nermont's green hills the next see.
There, outlined bold, stands Ascufney
Though far away, they're dear 10 M
Who long has dwelt beside the "a.
We wind along the narrow wales
Where lovers breathe their tender tales
Beneath the starry dome, so bright.
When Venus sheds Hesperian light
Randolph station is called. the ioprnsv.
end is reached and. like a panoramic visr
have quickly passed before my ewes M
eyer-yarying scenes which Nature ~ sv.
ishly displays on every hand to delight
the sight and interest the mind II i5s
tourist. Once more stand upon nv M.
tive land; once again my feet press hersa.
cred soil.
Where'er we go, where'er we roam.
NO place so dear as native home.
Brief seems the time since last [ was
here, so rapidly runs the sand in its hour.
glass.
Yet three times the sun hath either trop.
ie viewed,
Winter has vanished and the Spring re.
newed;
Likewise hath the Summer, with her floral
train,
O'erspread the meadows and bedeeked the
plain;
Thus hath fair Autumn, with her bright.
hued dyes,
Made forests robe so pleasing to our ewes.
since last 1 stood amid my native hills
And drank the nectar OF their crystal
rills-
Since last trod White Rivers winding
shore
And skipped the stones upon her silyery
tide
And saw her shining waves in beauty
glide
to the sea-forevermore.
How pleasing to me, since man, by The
Inevitable laws of his nature, must ever be
creature of mutations, to come back to
Nature and find her unchanged and IN.
hanging as that Being from Whose hand
he sprungl
dan feeds on the perishing and yields to
decay,
'ut Nature remains the same, and God is
Away.
How cheering the thought, how soul
ustaining the fact that we are spiritually
LIED to that Being who is omnipotent to
efend, omniscient to provide and omni.
resent to aid us in every needful eondi-
ion in lifel The frosts of winter yield to
be warm breath of Spring; life-renewing
pring paves the way for Summers floral
rain, and Summers hot days prepare fair
.utumn's golden stores; then suns more
anting rays lead in the wintry hours,
hus do the seasons in quarternion rum
aus travels this sphere, in orbit, round
he sun. So do the passing years bring US
ack to our native State-to her green
)bed hills and fertile wales, to her silyeG
reams and song-filled groves, to all the
ldearing associations of home and child
God. As we draw near the close Of life,
DIV gladly does Memory revert to our
)uthful days and, bringing back their
elightful scenes, feed the mind with q
cture whose brightness is unsurpassed,
hose beauty is beyond description! In
that event, l can only say, in
osiDg,
nd when draws nigh the hour Of death,
hen slows my pulse, when faints NY
breath,
hen DER me comes Deaths rigor chils
hen turn me to my native hills
nat dimming sight, in vision bright,
ay once more see the hearthstones Light.
JOHN BADGER. West Randolph, VI