I Saw Old Autumn In

Bells Are Musics Laughter.

Dear Bells! How Sweet The Sound Of Village Bells When On The Undulating Air They Swim!

And Ye, Who Have Met With Adversity's Blast, And Been Bow'd To The Earth By Its Fury; To Whom The Twelve Months, That Have Recently Pass'd Were As Harsh As A Prejudiced Jury - Still, Fill To The Future! And Join In Our Chime, The Regrets Of Remembrance To Cozen, And Having Obtained A New Trial Of Time, Shout In Hopes Of A Kindlier Dozen.

I Saw Old Autumn In The Misty Morn Stand Shadowless Like Silence, Listening To Silence.

My Books Kept Me From The Ring, The Dog-pit, The Tavern, And The Saloon.