A huge bouquet of colors rare,
The maple stanas aflame;
Autumnal tints are everywhere, --
What mystic artist came
And wrought this brilliant, gorgeous scene
Upon the forest's waving green?
The frost bedecks each tiny thing
With jewels sparkling bright,
And bids the bristling chestnuts fling
Their treasures to the light;
And boys and squirrels -- glad and free --
The merry harvesters shall be.
--Sarah E. Howard