But on the hill the golden-rod, and the aster in the wood, And the yellow sunflower by the brook, in autumn beauty ..stood, Till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, And the brightness of their smile has gone from upland, glade, and glen. And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill; The south-wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more. And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair meek blossom that grew up and faded by my side, In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the forests cast the leaf, And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief; Yet not unmeet it was that one, like that young friend of ours, So gentle and so beautiful, should perish with the flowers. -William Cullen Bryant BEAUTY Beautiful Things EAUTIFUL faces are those that wear BE It matters little if dark or fair— Beautiful eyes are those that show, Beautiful lips are those whose words Beautiful hands are those that do Beautiful feet are those that go On kindly ministries to and fro Down lowliest way, if God wills it so. Beautiful shoulders are those that bear With patient grace and daily prayer. Beautiful lives are those that bless Silent rivers of happiness Whose hidden fountains but few may guess. -Ellen P. Allerton Beautiful BEAUTIFUL sun that giveth us light, Beautiful moon that shineth by night, Beautiful waters so blue and so clear, Beautiful springtime when all is delight; BELLS The Bells -W. A. Bixler HEAR JEAR the sledges with the bells— What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells. Hear the mellow wedding bells, What a world of happiness their harmony foretells! What a liquid ditty floats To the turtle dove that listens, while she gloats Oh, from out the sounding cells, How it dwells On the Future! how it tells Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells! Hear the loud alarum bells Brazen bells! What a tale of terror now their turbulency tells! How they scream out their affright! They can only shriek, shriek, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire, And a resolute endeavor, By the side of the pale-faced moon. What a tale their terror tells How they clang, and clash, and roar! And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells Of the bells |