ARBOR DA Y MANUAL. 



With artist thought, fair autumn blends 



The sunbeam and the dew ; 

 And to the weighted orchard lends 



Fresh lustre, deeper hue ; 

 Till in the golden mist of fall, 



Or sunset's richer glow, 

 No rural picture of them all 



More beautiful we know. 



ALBANY JOURNAL. 



THE FOUR SISTERS. 



THERE will come a maiden soon, I ween, 

 Dressed in a cloak of palest green ; 

 The robins follow her gentle call, 

 And wild-flowers bloom where her footsteps fall. 



There will come another with stately tread, 

 In lilies and roses garlanded; 

 Her breath is the essence of all things sweet, 

 And she carries a sheaf of golden wheat. 



A third will come dressed in a nut-brown suit, 



Her lap all filled with yellow fruit ; 



Around her brow are autumn leaves, 



And she makes her way 'mid vines and sheaves. 



Lastly a snow-white maiden fair 

 Will come bedecked with diamonds rare; 

 She will put the others to rest complete, 

 And wrap them all in a winding-sheet. 



MAY MORNING. 



NOW the bright morning star, day's harbinger, 

 Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her 

 The flower)'- May, who from her green lap throws 

 The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. 



Hail bounteous May ! that dost inspire 

 Mirth and youth, and warm desire ; 

 Woods and groves are of thy dressing, 

 Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. 

 Thus we salute thee with our early song, 

 And welcome thee and wish thee long. 



MILTON. 



