People's Pilot, Volume 6, Number 22, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 19 November 1896 — Indian Sommer. [ARTICLE]

Indian Sommer.

What heights of rest are in these stlenoest What thirst of plains the sunlight seems to slake! The meadows bask. No bitter north winds wake The tree tops from their fruitless dream of ease. The slow brooks murmur like a swarm of bees, And some shy sreature in the tangled brake Darts and is still, and trooping sparrows make A moment’s chatter in the cedar trees. Then on far skies they quickly seem to cease, Or, wheeling, drop behind some stubbled mound, But all day long the brooks find no release And lift their wandering undertones of sound. This is the year's full flower, the crown of peace. The sunlight’s harvest and the south wind's bound. i —ld. Frank Tooker in Boston Journal.