September

O golden nutmnn moni 1 tliy balmy breath Come freighled with the fields of ripeaed graih, Laden wlth sweets to steal away my pain, With whispered anthems for tlie summer's death. There is a breathless stillness all around ; A rare and wondrous silenoe, as waits Some new born angel by those pearly gates Where streets orgold and bowers of bliss are foand. The great waves of the grand oíd ocean swell; With a hushed murmuring against. the shore' And in my heart a peace unknown before Thrills me witli joy, whose depths I may not tell. The light wind plays along the waving fields, And the tall giasses bend to meet it there ; And I am happy ! í'ar-gone all my care - My soul to heaven its grateí'ul homage yields.