but, with a philosophy learned from the birds, AUTUMN 

 he wins out of the sadness serenity of mind DREAMS 

 that is steadfast. Does not the greatest of all 

 teachers bid us learn from the same source the 

 same lesson? 



With Wordsworth's philosophy, which is, 

 in fact, the Christian's faith, I am sure that 

 autumn days may bring dreams of hope and 

 peace. We may believe with Coleridge in his 

 poem of "The Nightingale" that 



"In nature there is nothing melancholy." 



I like these lines of Mr. Austin — 



"Had I a garden, it should grow 



Shelter where feeble feet 

 Might loiter long, or wander slow, 



And deem decadence sweet; 

 Pausing, might ponder on the past, 



Vague twilight in their eyes, 

 Wane calmer, comelier, to the last, 



Then die, as Autumn dies." 



Any one who lives in touch with nature will 

 know how surely the feel of autumn comes on, 

 and how gently. It comes with August. There 

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