The Fall Of The Leaf.

Earnest and sad the solemn tale         That the sighing winds give back,     Scatt'ring the leaves with mournful wail         O'er the forest's faded track;     Gay summer birds have left us now         For a warmer, brighter clime,     Where no leaden sky or leafless bough         Tell of change and winter-time.     Reapers have gathered golden store         Of maize and ripened grain,     And they'll seek the lonely fields no more         Till the springtide comes again.     But around the homestead's blazing hearth         Will they find sweet rest from toil,     And many an hour of harmless mirth         While the snow-storm piles the soil.     Then, why should we grieve for summer skies -         For its shady trees - its flowers,     Or the thousand light and pleasant ties         That endeared the sunny hours?     A few short months of snow and storm,         Of winter's chilling reign,     And summer, with smiles and glances warm,         Will gladden our earth again.