Words by I_. T. RUTLEDGE 
Music by H. P. DANKS 
1. Bright - est ros - es fade and with - er, 
2. Life is sweet! but not for - ev - er 
3. Fraught with 'Hopes for but to - mor - row, 
Andante cantabile. 
Chills of Au - tuinn hast - en 
For some chill - ing frost will 
When it comes it brings but 
Cloud - ing o’er the sun of 
It from beau - ty, peace and 
Cast - ing all our hopes a - 
hith - er, 
sev - er 
sor - row, 
of beau - ty fall a - way, 
it strewn with sweet per-fume, 
will be a liap - py day! 
the ground they thick - ly lie,- 
Time’s dark and roll - ing tide, 
a hap - py “ bye - and - bye, 
Flow’rs of beau - ty soft - ly 
Leav - ing it to drift and 
When it comes, ’tis but a 
ing, sigh - ing, fall - ing, dy - ing, 
ing it on Time’s dark riv - er— 
the fu - ture see a gleaming 
May; 
bloom 
way; 
Chorus, 
SOPE’O. 
ALTO. 
sigh 
shiv 
seem 
TENOR. 
Soon the Au-tumn hast-ens hith 
soft - ly sigh, Soon the Au - tumn hast 
Published by Thus. J. Hall. By permission. 
