FORESTS gleam with scarlet and gold,

 The autumn flowers are gay;

Nature is in her brightest attire

This perfect October day.

Beauty and brightness soon will pass

Away from my raptured sight,

And dreary days of winter will come,

When the world is still and white.

This scene will be a picture fair

To come at my fancy's call;

'Twill brighten the darkest winter days

As it hangs in "mem'ry's hall.”

Frances A. Conant