AUTUMN.
The morns are meeker than they were, The nuts are getting brown;The berry's cheek is plumper, The rose is out of town.
The maple wears a gayer scarf, The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned, I'll put a trinket on.
AUTUMN.
The morns are meeker than they were, The nuts are getting brown;The berry's cheek is plumper, The rose is out of town.
The maple wears a gayer scarf, The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned, I'll put a trinket on.