Even thus they laid a great and marvellous feast, And Earth her children summoned joyously, Throughout that goodliest land wherein had ceased The vision of battle, and with glad hands free These took their fill, and plenteous measures poured, Beside, for those who dwelt beyond the sea; Praise, like an incense, upward rose to Heaven For that full harvest; and the autumnal Sun Stayed long above; and ever at the board, Peace, white-robed angel, held the high seat given, And War far off withdrew his visage dun. AUTUMN SONG. No clouds are in the morning sky, The vapors hug the stream,— Who says that life and love can die In all this northern gleam? At every turn the maples burn, The quail is whistling free, The partridge whirs, and the frosted burs Are dropping for you and me. _Ho! hilly ho! heigh O!_ _Hilly ho!_ In the clear October morning. Along our path the woods are bold, And glow with ripe desire; The yellow chestnut showers its gold, The sumachs spread their fire; The breezes feel as crisp as steel, The buckwheat tops are red: Then down the lane, love, scurry again, And over the stubble tread! _Ho! hilly ho! heigh O!_ _Hilly ho!_ In the clear October morning. WHAT THE WINDS BRING. Which is the Wind that brings the cold? The North-Wind, Freddy, and all the snow; And the sheep will scamper into the fold When the North begins to blow. Which is the Wind that brings the heat? The South-Wind, Katy; and corn will grow, And peaches redden for you to eat, When the South begins to blow. Which is the Wind that brings the rain? The East-Wind, Arty; and farmers know That cows come shivering up the lane When the East begins to blow. Which is the Wind that brings the flowers? The West-Wind, Bessy; and soft and low The birdies sing in the summer hours When the West begins to blow. BETROTHED ANEW. The sunlight fills the trembling air, And balmy days their guerdons bring; The Earth again is young and fair, And amorous with musky Spring. The golden nurslings of the May In splendor strew the spangled green, And hues of tender beauty play, Entangled where the willows lean. Mark how the rippled currents flow: What lustres on the meadows lie! And hark, the songsters come and go, And trill between the earth and sky. Who told us that the years had fled, Or borne afar our blissful youth? Such joys are all about us spread, We know the whisper was not truth. The birds, that break from grass and grove, Sing every carol that they sung When first our veins were rich with love, And May her mantle round us flung. O fresh-lit dawn! immortal life! O Earth’s betrothal, sweet and true, With whose delights our souls are rife And aye their vernal vows renew!