of.* off op
AM AM AM
Uol. XTU. October, 1902. no. 2.
*T_s *a*e *n autumn, faded leaves are falling;
The Held and wood are bare, tho sky is gray ;
The branch is silent where the robin calling
So blithe, sang care away.
The sun seems scarce to set, ere shadows »teal-
Like phantoms, tell the fleeting day has fled;
The crow and blue jay hoarse m*d cries are
From tree tops sere and dead.
The forest on the hill its sighing boughs up
To heaven, is wrapt in one dark low'ring
Soon snows of winter over hill and valley drifting
Will form a shining shroud.
Farewell, fond friends, so sadly falling, falling,
In golden garments down to dust and mold;
To fun and frolic winter loud is calling,
And hearth and harvest joys unfold.
-J. T. W.
w 4* w