AN AUTUMN DAY.
FORESTS gleam with scarlet and gold,
The autumn flowers are gay;
Nature is in her brightest attire
This perfect October day.
Beauty and brightness soon will pass
Away from my raptured sight,
And dreary days of winter will come,
When the world is still and white.
This scene will be a picture fair
To come at my fancy's call;
'Twill brighten the darkest winter days
As it hangs in "mem'ry's hall.”
Frances A. Conant