" I am quite of opinion that a garden should look as though 

 it belonged to the house, and the house- as though it 

 were conscious of and approved of the garden/* 



ALFRED AUSTIN. 



SEPTEMBER 



" Come, autumn, season mellow, 



With golden leaves a- fall ; 

 Painting each blossom yellow, 



A glamour over all. 

 A world of radiance living, 



Of silent loveliness ; 

 A benediction giving, 



Summer to bless. 



There's golden harvest for the upland's crest ; 



A golden realm each vale with mists unfurled. 

 A golden path in every mead of rest ; 



Making the whole wide land a golden world. 



Stay, autumn, winter's bringing 



The sullen clouds and rain ; 

 When no blithe bird is singing ; 



No blossom on the plain. 

 But birds are silent never, 



The roses live above 

 The snow for those who ever 



The garden love. 



There's golden harvest for the upland's crest ; 



A golden realm each vale with mists unfurled. 

 A golden path in every mead of rest ; 



Making the whole wide land a golden world." 



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