Smith, Effie Waller
|SONGS OF THE MONTHS.|
Ere winter puts his icy mantle on,
Well trimmed with ice and snow;
For a little season we enjoy
The loveliness of Indian Summer glow.
Oh! What a lovely season 'tis,
When the sunlight shines dimly through
The almost naked woods!
When the air is hot and hazy, and when
Gentle zephyrs softly blow,
Reminding us of by-gone summer hours.
O, lovely Indian Summer, we
Would fain enjoy your season longer,
Ere the cold and dark and somber days
Of winter come.