POETRY. AUTUMN By Mrs. Howitt. Arise, thou child of nature, rise ! Arouse thy slumbering spirit now I The autumn
... And boys are busy in the woods, Gathering the ripe nuts, bright and bro»n In shady lanes the children stray. Looking for blackberri. s through the day. Those berries of such old renown. -Grey mists at morn brood o'er the earth, Shadowy as those on northern ...