HYMN FOR SEPTEMBER. "Thou madest him to have dominion over the works of Thy hands; Thou hast put all things under his feet."-Psalm viii. 6. SACRED Providence, who from end to end Of all the creatures both in sea and land, Beasts fain would sing; birds ditty to their notes; Man is the world's high priest: he doth present Unto the service mutter an assent, Such as springs use that fall, and winds that blow. He that to praise and laud Thee doth refrain, Doth not refrain unto himself alone, But robs a thousand who would praise Thee fain; OCTOBER. 167 OCTOBER. "The year's decline, 'midst storms and floods, The thund'ring chase, the yellow fading woods." EASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness! To swell the gourd and plump the hazel shells And still more, later flowers for the bees, Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Or sinking, as the light wind lives or dies; FOREST SCENERY IN AUTUMN. UT see the fading many-coloured woods, Shade deepening over shade, the country round Imbrown; a crowded umbrage, dusk, and dun, Of every hue, from wan-declining green To sooty dark. These now the lonesome Muse, Meantime, light shadowing all, a sober calm |