OCTOBER
Soft hazy skies o'erarch the dreamy world
When Autumn's gorgeous pennon is unfurled,
It almost seems that June is here again
So deep the joy that fills the heart and brain—
And then there comes the falling of a leaf,
Though slight the sound it stirs the heart with grief.
Soft hazy skies o'erarch the dreamy world
When Autumn's gorgeous pennon is unfurled,
It almost seems that June is here again
So deep the joy that fills the heart and brain—
And then there comes the falling of a leaf,
Though slight the sound it stirs the heart with grief.
NOVEMBER
Sad melancholy month, with tearful skies,
When all the glad earth's verdure smitten lies—
When all the happy birds have southward flown
And through the leafless trees the shrill winds moan,
Whistling a requiem for Nature's dead,
Filling the mournful skies with clouds like lead.
Sad melancholy month, with tearful skies,
When all the glad earth's verdure smitten lies—
When all the happy birds have southward flown
And through the leafless trees the shrill winds moan,
Whistling a requiem for Nature's dead,
Filling the mournful skies with clouds like lead.
DECEMBER
Earth's sombre garb is soft with new made snow
When Christmas brings the thoughts of long ago;
Upon the cheerful hearth the Yule-log glows
And though the skies be dark with falling snows
It throws no shade upon the Christmas glee,
For Christ is King and reigns from sea to sea.
Earth's sombre garb is soft with new made snow
When Christmas brings the thoughts of long ago;
Upon the cheerful hearth the Yule-log glows
And though the skies be dark with falling snows
It throws no shade upon the Christmas glee,
For Christ is King and reigns from sea to sea.
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