And not one flower of the summer 

 Answers the robins call. 



" But lo I- in the corner yonder 



There's a gleam of white and gold — 

 The gold of Summer sunshine, 

 The white of Winter's cold. 



And, laden with spicy odors, 

 The Autumn breezes come 

 From the nooks and corners brightened 

 By the brave Chrysanthemum. 



" Hail to thee I beautiful flower. 



With royal and dauntless mien 

 Facing the frosts of Winter — 



I crown thee Autumn's queen. 

 With your gleam of late sweet sunshine 



You brighten the closing year. 

 And keep us thinking of Summer 



Till the Winter we dread is here." 



-E. E Rexford. 



