4 WHY should we sorrow, 

 That summer's dazzling ray 

 So soon has passed away ? 

 Whilst we can borrow, 

 From Autumn's yellow light 

 A scene more purely bright ? 



' Where'er the eye can wander, 

 The garden and the field, 

 A richer prospect yield. 

 Earth seems to squander 

 Her plenty in the sheaf 

 Her gold in ev'ry leaf.' 



