From "A Day in Autumn"

One ramble through the woods with me,
Thou dear companion of my days, —
These mighty woods! how quietly
They sleep in Autumn's golden haze
The gay leaves, twinkling in the breeze,
Still to the forest branches cling;
They lie like blossoms on the trees —
The brightest blossoms of the spring.
Flowers linger in each sheltered nook,
And still the cheerful song of bird,
And murmur of the bee and brook,
Through all the quiet groves are heard.
And bell of kine, that, sauntering, browse,
And squirrel chirping as he hides
Where gorgeously, with crimson boughs,
The creeper clothes the oak's gray sides.
How mild the light in all the skies!
How balmily the south wind blows!
The smile of God around us lies,
His rest is in this deep repose.
These whispers of the flowing air,
These waters that in music fall,
These sounds of peaceful life declare
The Love that keeps and hushes all.