The Red Cloud chief., 1896-05-29

eTeu l0to DHrns, nkeWlSe IN tne autumn
Of life M gathers in the spoils of hard
labor and prepares himself for the long
winter which follows.
while autumn. hencfactor kind.
by Tweed erpCtS his aged head
And sees, with self approving mind.
Each creature OH his bounty fed go
AT this time the trees and foliage take
on the brilliant colors and show that
king frost has made his early visits and
we may well sing with Longfellow
The day is cold and dark and dreary.
II rains and the wind Il never weary;
The vine Sill CliugS to the muuliering wall.
But with every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day j. dark and dreary.
our lives are cold and dark and dreary:
IL rains and the wind Is never weary;
our Thoughts still cling to the mouldcring past
But the hopes ofyouth fall thick in the blast
And the day is dark and dreary.
lie still sad heart and cease rcuining. ''pS
behind the clouds IL the sun still shining.
Thy fate IL the common fate of all,
into each life some rain must fall.
Some days must be dark and dreary."
Now on the threshold Of life's winter
we are standing, locking back and emu
merating all things attempted; those
which failed and those accomplished.
How many OF our hopes have become
sere and withercd, and scarcely give a
rustic in the woodland Of our life; when
There l. never u leaf on bush or tree.
The bare bOtighs rattle shuddcringly
The river Is dumb nn1 cannot speak.
For the weaver Winter its shroud has spun"
For, like
"rhc sun on the brief December DAY
Rises cherries over hills Of gray.
And darkly circles gives nj noon
"A sadder light than waning moon.
slow tracing down the ihlcEouing sky
It's mute AMI OininOlls pro lIcCy.
a portcnt seeming less than threat
IL sinks from signt u fore IL scts.
4 chill no coat. however s,ult
or honespun stuff can qnItc smut out:
a hard, dull bitterness OF cold.
That checks mid vein. the cirCling race
OF Hfe.bloOd IN the sharpcncd fucc,
The coming of the snow storm tells
Then
"Out of the bosom Of the air.
Out Of The cloud folds of her garments
shaken,
over the woodlands brown aud bare,
over the harvest fields forsakcn,
Silent and soft0nd slow
Desccnds the snow"
And
" seek for II shelter from cold and snow.
IN the light ana warmth of long ago
Though the ages roll on, still nature
retalnes her every grace, fer time makes
no changes with her; she is ever the
same, simple and beautiful. Aud 1t is OF
nature as Telneyson sings of the
"Brooll."
For men may come and men may go
But ii goes on forever"
ice, goes on for ever, the same nature
Ia today as was a century ago AMI ever
will he throughout all eternity; for
Has nature. In her calm, majestic march
Faitercd with age NJ last: d0rs the bright sun
Grow dim IN hcnveny when the dew Tipped
SprinG comes on,
Brcathcs she with air. less soft, or scents the
sky
With flowers less fair than when her reign
Does prodigal Autumn. to our age deny
The plenty that once swcIici beneath his 80
Der cvct
Look on this beautiful world and rrnd the
truth
In her fair page; see, every season bring,
New changes, TO her, of everlasting youth:
Still the green soil. with jOyouS living things,
Swarms, the wide air Is full of Joyous wings,
Ana myriads, still, are happy IN the sleep
on Oceans azure CULTS, and where he things
The restless Sllrgcs. Eternal love doth keep
Ia MS compliment arms the earth, the air, the
deep
Thus through endless ages the ever
changing seasons roll. Through in.
finite time natures varying forms have
delighted the eyes of all her children.
Throughout the coming aeons will her
BEAUTIES DO spread abroad. Her sweet
and majestic melody will continue to n
trance in all the countless ages to come.
Ever near, and every dear. Each blade
Of grass tipped with the sparkling dia-
monds OF dew is constantly pointing to
that W world whose brighter beau.
ties never fade. Whose swseter melodies
never pail.
JENNIE q. REII.