How Bravely Autumn Paints Upon The Sky

Peace And Rest At Length Have Come, All The Day's Long Toil Is Past; And Each Heart Is Whispering, "home, Home At Last!"

Whilst Breezy Waves Toss Up Their Silvery Spray.

Fuss Is The Froth Of Business.

Such A Blush In The Midst Of Brown Was Born, Like Red Poppies Grown With Corn.

Lives Of Great Men Oft Remind Us As We O'er Their Pages Turn, That We Too May Leave Behind Us - Letters That We Ought To Burn.