AUTUMN. 
In September, Mary found the earth all gay again 
with flowers. The Cornel-leaved Aster, that grows 
in the woods, and with whom she had already made 
acquaintance, for she blooms earlier, told her one 
day, that she would see many cousins of hers this 
month, for this was their gala time. 
And as the little girl rambled through the woods, 
and by the small lakes and brooks, there they were, 
true enough, of all colors and sizes, strewing the 
earth as thickly as the stars strew the sky. 
Under the dark canopy of the trees, in the woods, 
