THE AUTUMN.
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 Some love the glsdsome Spring time, . The season of birds aud fiowers, Wien leaves above and buds beneath, Laugh in the ringing showers; Oh the earth is like a child then, That knows not care nor crime, But give me the mellow Autumn, When the year Is in its prime. The summer months are ripe and full, Txhe fields have golden sheen. And blashing fruit, like uiaiden's cheek, Looks out amid bowers of green; The chlIAlke spring Is a mother now, And oh, 'tis blessed ti'ne.-- But give me the mellow Autann, When the year is in is prime. The mellow, the golden Autumn, When magic light and dim. Broo.is over the air. the earth, the sky, Like an embodied hymn. When visible prayer floats upward, And an almost heard low chime, From the golden, the mellow Autumn. The year that is m it prime. Oh the Spring has glad re. .eicing.. The Summer o'erfowering life. - The winter it's happy household hearth, Wher. are daughter and son and wife; And sli arc bies ei in their tarn, As are music and song and yhyme, Hot give me the crowned Autumn, When the year is In its prime.