FROM THE 



iisriim^ nsaiiSJisso 



m. S* iJrotone* 



« Wilt thou fly 

 With laughing Autumn to the Atlantic isles, 

 And range with him the Hesperian fields, and see 

 Where'er his fingers touch the fruitful grove, 

 The branches shoot with gold ; where'er his step 

 Marks the glad soil, the tender clusters grow 

 With purple ripeness, and invest each hill 

 As with the blushes of an evening sky ? " 





O' %?v 



S^o^^7i : 



GEORGE W. LIGHT. 

 Lyceum Press, 3 Cornhill. 



1834. 



