AUTUMN. 



Though Summer with her fervid ray^ 

 No longer leads the lengthened day, 

 Though Autumn with her sober tread 

 Appears upon the russet mead, 

 For her shall Flora form her wreath, 

 And still around her fragrance breathe ; 

 Shall still with beauty deck the plain. 

 Nor cease midst darker hours to reign. 



