The Factory Girl
While beauty its effulgence lends,
At "sweet sixteen's" precarious age.
THE shades of night had disappeared, and Aurora had taken her seat in her oriental chariot, while Sol, her grand representative, by his smiles, chased every cloud from the horizon, and bade the flower and bud unfold their beauty, to add fresh fragrance to the sparkling dew-drops, to unfold their chalices again, and to pay their tribute to the Power which planted them, caused them to vegetate, and painted them in all their variegated and beautiful hues.
Again were heard the merry notes of some favorite air, as the farmer, whistling joyfully, as the feast of a contented mind, took his may to the field, to commence the labors of the day, and an imated nature in all its varieties, found a tone to echo in the glad strains which characterize rural life. All was life and animation, and beauty crowned the scene, as the dew-drops, like crystals, sparkled from their thousand petals, while the forest, the hill, and th