THE 



Canadian Horticulturist 



Vol. XIII. 



15 90. 



No. lo 



AUTUMN. 



(For The Canadian Horticulturist). 



^m m^ ATERNAL Flora sinks to rest, 



I %/ I Nature puts on its sombre best, 

 -^ F" I And Time, with his relentless power, 



^»^^ Is changing every tree and flower. 



Each flower, each creature hath its day 

 In which to flourish and decay ; 

 So 'tis decreed, that all below 

 Is only made to come and go. 



We sadly mourn sweet human flowers, 

 Transplanted in Eternal bowers ; 

 But, tho' by grief our hearts are riven. 

 Lost friends are stepping stones. to Heaven. 



Although no joy their voices give. 

 We know they in their vigor live 

 And watch us with unslumbering eyes, 

 And wait to bear us to the skies. 



