The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1893-10-18

fruit lies piled upon the grass. or in the
barns is piled about the grooming cider
press where soon their life blood will be
flowing in an amber stream. Near the
rapidly filling barrels some later Column
bus with smiling face and hat awry,
sips nectar from the golden store with
sunlit straw.
The woods now change their summer
garb for the brief. yet glorious robes
OF autumn, and shine forth in colors as
gay as the rainbow. Gold and crimson
and purple banners float among the tops
of the forest kings who now so near
their winter sleep put forth their last
effort i'm a beautiful adleu. IL is now
"' The mellow Indian summer time
When void and woodland,N stretching far
and fair.
And waver in the Illuminated air."
The scarlet glories that enrobe the woods;
Witch voices haunting groves OF ash and
Inverted skies that float in silent floods;
Make the wide landscape an enchanted
realm.
In the hedge rows and among the tops
ers of the summer may be heard in
wordy consultation and too well we
know the meaning Of their councils.
"Ah. soon on field and hill
The winds shall whistle chill
And patriarch swallows call their flocks
together,
To hy from frost and snow
and seek for lands where blow
The fairer blossoms of balmer weather"
Far over head the wild fowl In his
flight to the sunny land of the South
sounds forth his harsh note of warning
when some fiedgling more venturous
than his mates attempts to mutiny at
the sight of inviting pools or reedy wa
ter courses. From day to day, the num-
Der Of their lines is increasing and as the
days become colder their flight becomes
an exodus.
BY lonely lakes and marshy- bottomed
The water fowl assemble night by nign,.
Till all the covey, warned by colder galc-
Trails TO the South it's long loquacious
flight.
I'm countless tribes that blur the harvest
And make the heavens clamorous as
HAPPY If ere they reach. some far lagoon
No, sportsman's tube shall lay their
leader low"
Hawthore in his Moses From an
Old Manse" writes thus of autumn: 81
have forgotten whether the song of the
cricket be not as early a token of au-
tumn's approach as any other-that
song which may be called an audible
SliiiitSSs lOT lHOuBn very lOuu ana
heard afar. yet the mind does not take
note OF IL as a sound so completely is
its individual existence merged among
the characteristics of the season. Alas
for the pleasant summer timel In Au-
gust the grass is still verdant on the
hills and in the valleys: the foliage OF
the trees is as dense as ever and as
green; the flowers CLEAN forth In richer
abundance along the margin OF the
river and by the stone walls and deep
among the woods; the days, too, are as
fervid now they We're a month ago;
and yet in every breath of wind and In
every beam of sunshine we hear the
whispered farewell and behold the part
ing smile of a dear friend. There is
GOODNESS among all the heat. a mildness
In the blazing noon. Not a breath can
stir but il thrills up with a breath of
autumn. A pensive beauty is seen in
the far, golden CLEANS, among the shad-
brightest of them, and they are the
most gorgeous of the year. have this
gentle sadness welded TO their pomp
and typify the character of the delicious
time each within itself The brilliant
cardinal flower has never seemed gay
to me.
Later in the season natures tenderness
wakes stronger. II is impossible not to
be fond of our mother now; for she is so
fond Of u.s. At another period she does
not make this impression on me, or
only at rare intervals; but in those
genial days OF autumn, when she has
perfected her harvests and accomplish
ed every needful thing that was given
her TO do, then she overflows with
blessed superfuity OF love. She has
leisure to caress her children now 1t is
good to be alive and at such times
Thank heaven for breath when IL is
made up Of a heavenly breeze like this!
1t comes with a real kiss upon our
cheeks: IL would linger fondly around
US IL IL might; but, since II must be
gone, embraces us with its whole kindly
heart and passes onward to embrace
likewise the next thing that IL meets
A blessing is flung abroad and scattered
far and wide over the earth to be gath
cred up by ALI who choose. / recline
upon the still unwithered grass and
whisper TO myself. %, perfect dayi o,
beautiful worlds o, beneficent God!
And 1t is the promise Of a blessed etern-
ity for our Creator would never have
made such lovely days and have given
us the deep hearts to enjoy them, above
and beyond all thought, unless we were
meant to be immortal. The sunshine Is
the golden pledge thereof. 1t beams
through the gates of paradise and shows
us glimpses far inward
All nature breathes the balmy air, but
mingled with a feeling of regret, for
very soon the chilling frost will fetter
the flowing rivers and the ermine snow
will enwrap the flowers and trees and
fields with it's covering. From day to
day the rays Of the sun become less in
tense as Apollo's car swings to the
southwark.
When Indian summer comes we reveI
In its brief respite and would fain like
Joshusa Of old stop the sun in his course
aid have him TO remain forever and a
day at this particular place I'm the 20
diac. Even the lower creation speak out
in their various languages praying moth
er nature to stop the flight OF the season.
THE cricket chirps all day,
Oh. fairest weather stay,
The squirrel eyes asl<ance the chest
nuts browning;
The wild fowl fly afar
Above the foamy bar,
And hasten southwark, ere the skies
are frowninS.
Yet though a sense OF grief
Comes with the falling leaf,
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