Song for the Season
"What with a glory comes and goes the year."
- Autumn days are come again!
- Autumn winds begin to blow;
- Leaves are falling in the glen,
- They are tossing to and fro,
- In the valley, o'er the hill,
- Up and down the open plain,
- Rustling, whirling, dancing still, —
- Oh! Autumn days are come again.
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- Autumn days are come again!
- Frosts have touch'd the Summer bowers;
- Blooming Rose! I look in vain
- To see thee still the Queen of Flowers;
- The Dahlia rears her stately head,
- Nor fears a rival to her sway;
- The fairest now, since thou are dead,
- Of all the flowers that pass away!
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- Autumn days are come again!
- Birds have ceased their merry notes,
- Cooing dove and busy wren,
- Wander now far, far remote;
- The woodland choir I hear no more,
- Though every tree had once its voice,
- The meadow minstrelsy is o'er,
- And larks no longer there rejoice.
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- Autumn days are come again!
- I know not well to laugh or sigh,
- To see the fated year so vain,
- Put on gorgeous robes to die.
- Shine out, fair sun, and gild his way,
- E'en as thou dids't upon his birth;
- Then, like a tender parent, lay
- Him gently, gently in the earth!
November 5, 1850. Huntingdon Journal 15(43): 1.