Full Lyrics
Autumn! I love thy bower
With faded garlands drest:
How sweet, alone to linger there,
When tempests ride the midnight air!
To snatch from mirth a fleeting hour,
The sabbath of the breast!
Autumn! thy fading flowers
Droop but to bloom again;
So man, though doom’d to grief awhile,
To hang on fortune’s fickle smile,
Shall glow in heaven with nobler powers,
Nor sigh for peace in vain.
