THE VOICE OF AUTUMN
... I THE.VOICE OF AUTUMN. Thou lonely man of grief and pailn, By lawless power oppreosed, Bunt from thy priron-rend thy chain, I come to make the blest ; I have no springtide bods; and flowers, I bave no summer bee9 and bowers; But, oh, I have some pleavut hours, To soothe thy soul to rest. Plenty o'er all the quiet land Her varied vesture wceaves, And Rings her gifts, with liberal hand, To glad ...