"WHEN Autumn is flaunting his banner of pride 



For glory that summer has fled, 

 Arrayed in the robes of his royalty dyed 



In tawny and orange and red ; 

 When the oak is yet rife with the vigour of life, 



Though his acorns are dropping below, 

 Through bramble and brake shall the echoes awake 

 To the ring of a clear ' Tally ho ! ' " 



WHYTE MELVILLE. 



