AUTUMN.
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The pale sun OF autumn is resting upon the
uxuriant bosom Of the world this PERIOD the
history of time which always crowds the rejecting mind
with many ful recoectons 1t is now that nature with
her robe complete and her abours finished pauses
template hersefi in the return of yearShe has prepared
banquet and Decay, her cnly gueThe last that
shone these ends of the earh behed spectacle the
sublime in the history OF nations thousand lovely
banners embazoned with the of the free gloously
streamed in the breath of autumn he painting his
way of the abyss Of the past.


The groves peoped and from their balmy shades.
forth the Of truth and patrosm and from the
consecrated heights Of Bunker Hill the sounding banks
the mighty Mississippi echoesi the and wales re-
ioce Even the dead numbered and praised Hope


like angel slept forth bless lit her torch and lived con-
tented among the clouds Of distressBae grounds were
visited in honor of other days The People, like the ocean,
when the winds strike their harps upon its BOSOM poured
themselves in orisons for a-promise But now, Oh how
changed Hope she wandered her desolae way let
fall her torch; and death extn guished it.


This autumn, shines upon the graves of thousands who
loved and admired the beauty of the last Friends the
opposite side of the valley of Death Some rejoicing
and some bitterly weeping the change that one
year has wrought Tears fowing-smiles cleaning
Time is dumb he speak, but he writes hand the
fool may read