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