Autumn-time, thy scenes and shades

Are pleasing to the tasteful eye;

Though winter, when the thought pervades,

Creates an ague-shivering sigh.

For every leaf, that twirls the breeze,

May useful hints and lessons give;

The falling leaves and fading trees

Will teach and caution us to live.

O while my eye the landscape views,

What countless beauties are display’d;

What varied tints of nameless hues, —

Shades endless melting into shade.