LAYS 01 THE SEASONS. 



M\ M Ml V HOVi ITT. 



\i il MEN. 



. thou child of u.iluro, . 



\ ouse thy slumbering spiril no 

 Autumn 1 lie lull, 



And solemn are th< and still, 



^ ith chi . ■ on every bou 



's merrj . in the field, 



|j»d ha ijes( and frolic rout , 



\ . ! the last harvi by 



With its rustling load so pleasantly 



1 " ; orous harvest shout 



I Id— 



I he eld, w ho I is never done, 



And eager, lau hildish bands, 



Rubbi ii little bands, 



* • 'neath the autumn sun. 



ne arc peasants in tho hamlets low, 

 Husk d among their orchard- ta i 



w here the pleasant apples an red and gold, 



Like tok< n -fruits ol those of ol I, 

 In the gardens of the Hespendi 



