Gazette Of The United States And Daily Evening Advertiser

AN AUTUMNAL ODE.

YET once more glorious God of day,
While beams thine orb Serene,
O let me warbling court thy stay,
To gild the fading scene;
Thy rays invigorate the spring,
Bright summer to perfection bring,
The cold inclement days of winter cheer,
And make th' autumnal months the
milder of the year.

E'er yet the russet foliage fall,
I'll climb the mountain's brows
My friend, Haman, at thy call
To view the scenes below.
How sweetly pleasing to behold,
Forests of vegetable gold?
How mix'd the varied scenes between.
The tawny-mellowing hue, and the
bright vivid green.
How splendid all the sky!
How still, how mild the dying gale!
How soft the whispers of the rill
That winds along the dale.
So tranquil nature's works appear,
It seems the Sabbath of the year—
As if the summer's labors past, he chose
This season's sober calm, for blandishing repose.

Such is of well spent life the time,
When busy days are past,
Man verging gradual from his prime,
Meets sacred peace at last!
His flowery spring of pleasure o'er,
And summers full blown pride no more,
He meets pacific Autumn meek and bland,
And dauntless braves the stroke of Winter's palsied hand.

For yet a while, a little while,
Involv'd in wintry gloom,
And lo! another spring shall smile,
A spring eternal bloom!
Then shall he shine a glorious guest,
In the bright mansions of the blest,
Where due rewards on virtue are bestowed,
And reap the golden fruits of what his
Autumn sowed.