




FADING AUTUMN. 



Then doth thy sweet and quiet eye 
Look through its fringes to the sky, 
Blue, blue, as if that sky let fall 
A flower from its cerulean wall. 
















I would that thus, when I shall see 
The hour of death draw near to me, 
Hope, blossoming within my heart, 
May look to heaven as I depart. 


Hading Autumn, 
Mrs, E. C. Kinney. 
ee autumnal glories all have passed away | 
The forest leaves no more in glowing red 
Give lurid tokens of their swift decay, 
But scattered lie, and rustle to the tread, 
Like whispered warnings to the slumbering dead, 
The naked trees stretch out their arms all day, 
And each bald hill-top lifts its reverend head, 
As if for some new covering to pray. 
Come, Winter, then, and spread thy robe of white, 
Above the desolation of this scene; 
And when the sun with gems shall make it bright, 
Or when its snowy folds by midnight’s sheen 
Are silvered o’er with a serener light, 
We'll cease to sigh for Summer’s living green. 





