Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: Yes, the great Reaper, we are told Shall be the judge of all the earth; Things by right names shall then be called : Pride will be pride, and worth be worth. SEPTEMBER. There's a note of sadness found In the breeze; As it sweeps the dwelling round ; And it goes with sighing sound Through the trees. Round the corner of the lone Cottage wall Comes a hollow, mystic moan, And the hearer says the tone ' Sounds like Fall.' And the evenings have a chill Frosty gleam; White the mist at morning still Climbing lazily the hill From the stream. Now bends the lowering sky To the plain; Or damp the south winds fly, And the rack goes drifting by, Boding rain. Now there's gladness in our ways As we go; There's a pleasant smoky haze, Such as Indian-summer days Always show. Plenty follows in the train Of the plough ; Lo! the stooks of yellow grab Dotting o'er the harvest plain; Lo! the bough. Fruits are ripening in the rays Of the sun; And the 'lap of earth' displays What in spring's engendering days Was begun. So September comes arrayed— Plenteous dame! But with all her cheer displayed, There's a sombre little shade On her name. OCTOBER. Lift up your eyes, and look abroad Upon this gorgeous scene ; It is the last upon the road Spring and the snows between ; And though a beauteous vista may, Through coming glooms, a moment play, This shows as when a painter tries A last grand effort ere he dies. Let him who reads the falling leaf His symbol of decay, Blend with the plaintive winds his grief, And mourn, as mourn he may. And let him look with eye of faith Beyond the brumal bourn of death, And picture heaven blooming fair And vernal freshness fadeless there.— But I ...