How Bravely Autumn Paints Upon

And Ye, Who Have Met With Adversity's Blast, And Been Bow'd To The Earth By Its Fury; To Whom The Twelve Months, That Have Recently Pass'd Were As Harsh As A Prejudiced Jury - Still, Fill To The Future! And Join In Our Chime, The Regrets Of Remembrance To Cozen, And Having Obtained A New Trial Of Time, Shout In Hopes Of A Kindlier Dozen.

I Remember, I Remember, The House Where I Was Born, The Little Window Where The Sun Came Peeping In At Morn.

So Mayst Thou Live, Dear! Many Years, In All The Bliss That Life Endears

Half Of The Failures In Life Come From Pulling One's Horse When He Is Leaping.

Alas For The Rarity Of Christian Charity Under The Sun!