Autumn Song

A song of the reaping time, Of the feast days of the y ear ; A song of tho grain and the well filiad 'vrata. And the husking timethat's near. Here's hey, for a inerry romp In the brown old flelds and vales i And ho, for the mead where the oattle feed! And ho, for thu autumn gales] A hunt through the tall, dim woods For the fruit of the oak and vine, A peep at the nest of the last reübreast And a cali where tho chipmunks dine. A smile in the morning skies, And a laugh in the streams that flow Aa they sharo their joy with the girl and boy That today n;iv a-ramblins ko.