They left the print of their tiny feet
O'er country road and city street,
In frolicsome fun that night.

When the rosy face of the morning sun
Peeped timidly out to view,
He beheld the earth, last night so brown,
Arrayed in a snow-white velvet gown
That sparkled like dancing dew.

"An October Day"

'Tis sunrise o'er the eastern hills.
All hail! thou lovely morn!
Thy tender blush, thy mellow light
Proclaim "The autumn's born."
All nature is so wondrous fair,
Bedecked with golden sheen--
A fleecy cloudlet, here and there,
In azure sky is seen.

The gold and crimson leaves that give
The trees their autumn gown,
Are scattered by the gentle breeze
Upon the meadows brown.
Tho' summer flow'rs that were so fair
Have faded, one by one,
The goldenrod, in beauty rare,
Her reign has just begun.

The grapevines now are laden with
Sweet clusters, oh, so blue!
And scattered o'er the orchard ground
Are rosy apples, too.
Oh, who could sigh for summer skies,
For summer flowers and trees,
For singing birds and rainbow showers,
'Mid autumn scenes like these?

As sinks the glorious "King of Day"

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