AUTUMN. A rise, thou child nature, rise! \rouse thy slumbering spint now! The Autumn sheaves are the hill, And ..
... And boys are busy the woods, Gathering the ripe nuts, bright and brown; In shady lanes the children stray Looking for blackberries through the day, Those berries of such old renown. —Grey mists at morn brood o'er the earth. Shadowy as those on Northern ...