AUTUMNAL MUSINGS. The chilly hours by grey-eyed morning led, Are heralds now of beauties bright and fair ; ..
... sunny hours employ; And gathering up her last gold sheaf of grain, Laughs o'er her labour with exultant joy. With glossy blackberries and tempting nuts, She hangs the tawny hedge and hazel nooks ; while truant hoys—till day's stained window shuts- Bask ...