The Barre daily times. (Barre, Vt.) 1897-1959, 1916-09-18
When Autumn Comes.

aThe early autumn season" writes the
society editor. SIS usually marked by a
crop of engagements there has been no
falling off this season, but rather an in
crease" So ii is not alone in the spring
that the young mans fancy lightly turns
to thoughts of love. Looking about on
radiant but lately somewhat super heat
ed New England which now trembles on
the verge of autumn, we should fancy
that the season which lies before us
would be the season most loved not only
nv lovers, but by all men and women
whose hearts are not dry as summers
dust. For the autumn is the crown and
apex of New Englands year, the summit
OF its natural Joys. OF New England?
II is the crown of all our country, tor
there s not state in the union where
autumn is not in reality the most agree
able time of the year. Cool, yet with the
temper OF warmth, the memory OF sum
mer, in it. invigorating, yet with the
languor of romance to lend it perfume,
autumn blesses our whole land, from the
penobseot to the Columbia. And even to
the unfading bowers of the Oklawaha
the season bringss its benediction IN
tempered heat and the longer nights cool
repose. Sometime the poets will call the
United States the land of the autumnai
glory,
And vet it IL % June that our poet
saws. "Then. if ever, come perfect days.
What could he have been thinking of?
For perfection, there must be fullness
ripeness and achieved result. And it is
only in autumn that full days, grown-up
DAYS, DAYS of the harvest accomplished,
DAYS rounded out with ripeness, days
crowned with the leaves of conquest,
come to our American land. June can
but forecast September and October. 1t
il in the autumn that nature, like her
Maker. views her work and pronounces
it good And it is to our JOY that she
approves It with crown of gold, with
happy sunshine and the Astounding, ma
ture vigor. In other lands, by some
strange perversity, nature weeps IN au-
tumn over her years work. as If she
found it ILL., Not here! The country
whose products are more various than
anv Others on earth; whose harvests
never fail because the dearth of one re-
pion is always paid for with the bounty
of another: whose very deserts have no
lasting barrenness, but call to the plough
and by-and-b laugh with the harvest;
where the pine tree passes the horn OF
plentv to the maple. the maple to the
oak. the oak to the magnolia, the mag
nolia to the palm, till the whole land is
gladdened with fullness-this is a coun-
trv which could never have been cursed
with season of dripping sadness at the
end of the year.
| The autumn that is now before us will
bring its own splendors and its own pros
peritv. though its harvest has not been
quite so plentiful as those OF recent
Years. Perhaps we should not hope to
have the maximum, always, of every
thing. Az all events the haze that hangs
over our fields is not the smoke of battle
and the red which stains our hillsides is
the fame Of the maple, not that of burn
/ ing villages For this the country will
prepare its later thanksgiving. The sea
cannot divide ne from the travail Of the
world. but at least it shuts out the sights
and sounds of war. and leaves us ouI
autumn glory without wars scars. Some
weeds in the corn rows, some cookies II
The wheat-but happy and generous
autumn after all with the tingle latent
in 1t OF springs to come Boston Tran
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