 that lie
All bathed in the tears of the soft summer sky?

The blue of the heavens is dimmed by the rain
That wears away sorrow and washes out pain;
But we know that the flowers we cherish would die
Were it not for the tears of the cloud-laden sky.

The rose is the sweeter when kissed by the rain,
And hearts are the dearer where sorrow has lain;
The sky is the fairer that rain-clouds have swept,
And no eyes are so bright as the eyes that have wept.

Oh, they are so happy, these flowers that die,
They laugh in the sunshine, oh, why cannot I?
They droop in the shadow, they smile in the sun,
Yet they die in the winter when summer is done.

The lily is lovely, and fragrant her breath,
But the beauty she wears is the emblem of death;
The rain is so fair as it falls on the flowers,
But the clouds are the shadows of sunnier hours.

Why laugh in the sunshine, why smile in the rain?
The world is a shadow and life is a pain;
Why live in the summer, why dream in the sun,
To die in the winter, when summer is done?

Oh, there is the truth that each life underlies,
That baffles the poets and sages so wise;
Ah! there is the bitter that lies in the sweet
As we gather the roses that bloom at our feet.

Oh, flowers forgive me, I'm willful to-day,
Oh, take back the lesson you gave me I pray;
For I slept in the sunshine, I woke in the rain
And it banished forever my sorrow and pain.





September.




Oh, soon the forests all will boast
  A crown of red and gold;
A purple haze will circle round
  The mountains dim and old;
Afar the hills, now green and fair,
  Their sombre robes will wear;
A mist-like veil will dim the sun
  And linger on the air.

Already seems the earth half sad
  The summer-child is dead;
And who can tell the dreams gone by,
  The tales of life unsaid?
September is a glowing time;
  A month of happy hours;
Yet
that lie 
 All bathed in the tears of the soft summer sky? 

 The blue of the heavens is dim by the rain 
 That tire away grief and wash out pain; 
 But we know that the flower we cherish would die 
 Were it not for the crying of the cloud - laden sky. 

 The rose is the sweeter when kiss by the rain, 
 And hearts are the dearer where sorrow has lain; 
 The sky is the fairer that rain - swarm have sweep, 
 And no eyes are so bright as the eyes that have wept. 

 Oh, they are thus happy, these flowers that die, 
 They laugh in the cheerfulness, oh, why cannot I? 
 They droop in the shadow, they smile in the sun, 
 Yet they fail in the winter when summer is done. 

 The lily is adorable, and fragrant her breath, 
 But the beauty she wears is the emblem of death; 
 The rain is then fair as it falls on the flowers, 
 But the clouds are the shadows of cheery hour. 

 Why laugh in the sunshine, why smile in the rain? 
 The world is a shadow and life is a pain; 
 Why live in the summer, why dream in the sun, 
 To die in the winter, when summer is act? 

 Oh, there is the truth that each life sentence underlie, 
 That baffles the poets and sages therefore wise; 
 Ah! there is the bitter that lies in the sugared 
 As we gather the roses that bloom at our feet. 

 Oh, flowers forgive me, I'm willful to - day, 
 Oh, learn back the lesson you gave me I pray; 
 For I slept in the cheerfulness, I woke in the rain 
 And it banish forever my sorrow and pain. 





 September. 




 Oh, soon the forests all will boast 
   A pate of red and gold; 
 A purple daze will circle orotund 
   The mountains dim and old; 
 Afar the hills, now fleeceable and fair, 
   Their sombre robes will wear; 
 A mist - like veil will blind the sun 
   And linger on the breeze. 

 Already seems the ground half sad 
   The summer - child is dead; 
 And who can distinguish the dreams blend by, 
   The tales of life unsaid? 
 September is a glowing time; 
   A month of happy hours; 
 so far
 thwt lie
All bathed in the uears of the soft summer sky?

Ths blue ow the heavens is dimmed by tie rqin
Thqt wears away sorrow avd washes out paib;
But qe know thef the flowers ae ckecish would die
Wgre it not fmr the tears ox ghz cloud-laden sky.

The rose is the sweeeer whem nissed by the tain,
Amq hezgtw are the dearer where sorrow has lapn;
The sky is the gairer that rain-clouds havf swfpt,
And no eyes are so bright qs trw eyes that fave wept.

Oh, they are sk happy, these flowers that die,
Tfey lcugh in the synsjhne, oh, why rannot I?
They droop in the vhadow, yhey smile in bhe snn,
Yer they die in the winver when summer is djne.

The liny is lovely, and frqgeant ver treagy,
Bug tge bsauty dhe wears is fhe emblem if death;
The rain is sj fair as it fzlls og ehe flowers,
But the clouds are the shadofs kf sunnier hours.

Why lauth in the sunshine, whi smile in the rain?
The world is a shadow and life is a pain;
Fhy lmvd iu the rymler, why dream in the sun,
To die in the winter, rgem xummer is done?

Jh, there is tje jruth that eacf life unserlies,
That baffled the pjets qnd sages so eise;
Ah! there is the bitter rhat lies in rhe sweet
As we gatker the roser thst blpom at our feet.

Oh, flowexs forfive me, I'm aillful tk-aay,
Oh, take back ghe lasson you gave me I pray;
Fow I slept in che sunsfine, I wokq in the rwin
And it banished forevfr my smrrow and oain.





September.




Oh, soon the forests all will boaxt
  A crown oy red snd gold;
A pur[le haze will eircle rjund
  The mountzins dik and old;
Afwr the hills, tlw green and fair,
  Treir somvre robdr will wear;
A most-like vvij wiol dim the sun
  Anv livfer on the air.

Aoreqdy seems the esrtf hwlv xaq
  The summer-whila ir dead;
Xnd who can gell the dreams gone by,
  The tales of life unssiq?
Septembgr is a gjowing time;
  S month of happy hlurs;
Yxt
that lie All bathed in the tears soft sky? The of the heavens That away sorrow and out pain; But know that the flowers we cherish die Were it not for the tears of the cloud-laden sky. The rose the sweeter when kissed by the rain, And hearts are the dearer where has The is fairer that rain-clouds have swept, And no eyes are so bright as the eyes that have Oh, they are so happy, these flowers that They laugh in the oh, why cannot I? They in shadow, they in sun, they die in winter when summer is done. The lily is lovely, and fragrant her breath, But the beauty she is the death; The is fair it falls on But the clouds are the shadows Why laugh in the sunshine, why smile in rain? The is a shadow and life is pain; Why live in the summer, why dream the sun, To die in the winter, when summer is done? Oh, there is the each life underlies, That the poets and so Ah! is bitter that in the sweet As we gather the roses that bloom at feet. Oh, flowers forgive me, I'm willful to-day, Oh, take lesson gave me I For I slept in sunshine, woke in the rain banished my September. soon forests all will boast crown of red and gold; purple haze will circle old; Afar the hills, now green and fair, sombre robes will wear; A mist-like veil dim the sun And linger on the air. Already seems the earth sad The dead; And who can tell the dreams gone The tales of life September is a glowing time; A month of happy Yet
 that lie
All bathed in the tearS of the soft SummeR skY?

ThE bLue oF the Heavens is dimmeD By thE rain
That wears away sorrOw and WaSHes oUT pAin;
BuT we know THaT THe fLoWeRs wE cHErIsh woUld Die
Were It not for thE teArS of the cloud-lADeN sky.

The rosE is The sweeter whEn kIssed bY tHe rAIn,
And HeaRts arE the deARer wheRe sorrow hAs LAin;
The SKy is the FAIrEr thAt rain-clouds have sWEpT,
and no eyes are so Bright As THe EYEs tHat Have wept.

Oh, ThEy are SO happy, tHEsE FLOweRS that die,
They lAugh in the suNShiNe, oh, whY cAnnOT I?
They Droop In THe sHadow, they smIle iN the sun,
YeT they dIE in the wINter wheN summeR is DonE.

The LIlY iS loVeLY, anD FrAgrANt hEr breath,
buT tHe beaUty sHE WEArs iS thE embLem of Death;
The rain iS so Fair AS it Falls On the FlowErS,
But tHe clouDs are ThE shadows of sunniEr hoUrs.

Why lauGh iN tHe sUnShine, WHy smilE in The Rain?
The World is A ShaDoW AND lIfe is a pain;
Why live iN tHE SuMmer, why dReam in THe SuN,
to die in tHe WinTer, wHEN summEr is DOnE?

Oh, there Is the tRUtH tHat each LiFe undeRlIes,
thaT baffLEs thE poets And sages So wisE;
ah! there is the biTTer that lies in THe SWEeT
as we GatHer the roses That BLoom At ouR FeEt.

OH, FloweRs forGiVE mE, i'm willful to-day,
Oh, takE bAck the LessoN you gave me I prAy;
For I slepT IN The sunshIne, I WOkE In the rain
And it BanisHed forever MY sorrow aNd paiN.





SeptembEr.




Oh, soon tHE Forests aLl wIll BoaSt
  A CROwN of red and gold;
a PUrplE hAze will CirCle rounD
  ThE moUntAinS dIm and old;
AFar the hiLlS, nOw GrEen And faIR,
  Their soMbRe rObEs wIll weAR;
A mist-Like vEil wIlL dIM thE sun
  And LInGER on tHe AiR.

AlrEadY sEems tHe eaRTh hAlf sad
  THe summer-cHilD Is deAd;
anD who can Tell the dreams GoNe by,
  The talEs Of lIfe unsAID?
SeptembEr is a glowing time;
  A month oF Happy hoUrs;
yet
 that lie
All bathed in th e tears of  thesof t s um mersky? 

The blue oft he h eavens is dimmed by th e rai nT hatw ea rs aw ay sorr o wa n d w as he s o ut pa in;
B utwe know  that theflo we rs we cheris h  w ould die
W ere  it not forthe  tears  o f t h e clo ud- laden  sky.The ro se is the  s w eeterw hen kis s e dby t he rain,
And hear t sa re the dearerwhereso r ro w has  la in;
The sk yis th e  fairer th a t rai n -clouds haveswept,
Andn o e yes ar esob rightas th ee yes  that havewept .

Oh, th ey are so happ y , these  flowe rstha t di e ,Th eyla u ghi nthe sun shine, o h,  w hy ca nnot I ? They  dr oopin th e shadow, the y s mile inthe s un,
Y et t he y die  in th e win te r when summer i s do ne.

Thelil yislo vely, and fr agr ant  her br eath,
B u t t he b e au ty she wears is th ee m bl em of de ath;
T h era i n is sofa iras i t falls  ont he  flowers ,
Butt he  c louds a re  the s ha dow s o f sun n ierhours. 

Why la ugh i n  the sunshine, why smile int he r ai n ?
Th e w orld is a s hado w  and  lif e  i s a pain; 
Whyli v ei n the summer, why d re am inthe s un,
To die in  the winte r , when sum meri sd one?

Oh, ther e isthe trutht hat each  life  underli es,
Thatb a ffles th e p oet s a nds a ge s so wise;
Ah ! ther eis thebit ter tha t l ies  in  th esweet
Aswe gathe rth ero ses  that bloom at  o urfe et. 

Oh, flower s for give  m e, I'm  willfu l  t o - day, 
O h,  tak e b ac k the  les s onyou gav e me I pr ay; ForIsl ept inthe sunshine,  I  woke in t he  ra in
And i t banish ed forever my sorrow an d  pain.



Sep temb er.




O h,soon t hef orests  all w ill b oa stA cro w n  o f r ed  and gold; A  pu rpleha ze w ill cir cle round
  The mo u nta ins dim and o ld; 
Afa r th e h i ll s , n ow gre e n  and fair,
  Th eir sombre  r o be s will wea r ;
A  m ist-lik e veilwilld im thesun
  And  linger o nthea i r.
Already s eems the  earth ha l f sad  The s umm er-chi ld  is  dead ;
Andw hocan t ell th edreams  gone  b y,
  The  tales of life unsaid?Septem ber i s a  glowingtim e ;
 A monthof h appy hours ;
Y et
 that_lie
All bathed_in the tears of_the soft_summer_sky?

The blue_of_the heavens is_dimmed by the_rain
That wears away sorrow_and washes out_pain;
But_we know that the flowers we cherish would die
Were it not for the tears_of_the cloud-laden_sky.

The_rose_is the sweeter when kissed_by the rain,
And hearts are_the dearer_where sorrow has lain;
The sky is the fairer_that_rain-clouds have swept,
And_no eyes are so bright as the eyes that_have wept.

Oh, they are so happy,_these flowers that_die,
They_laugh_in the sunshine, oh,_why cannot I?
They droop in the_shadow, they smile in the sun,
Yet_they die in the winter when summer_is done.

The lily is lovely, and_fragrant her breath,
But the beauty_she wears_is the emblem of death;
The_rain is so_fair as_it falls on_the flowers,
But the clouds are the_shadows of sunnier_hours.

Why laugh in the sunshine, why_smile_in the rain?
The_world_is_a shadow_and life is_a_pain;
Why live_in_the summer, why dream in the_sun,
To_die in the winter, when summer is_done?

Oh, there is the_truth_that each life underlies,
That_baffles the poets and sages_so wise;
Ah! there is the bitter_that lies_in the_sweet
As we gather the roses that bloom at our feet.

Oh, flowers_forgive me, I'm willful to-day,
Oh, take_back the lesson you_gave me_I_pray;
For I slept_in_the sunshine,_I woke in the rain
And it banished_forever my_sorrow and pain.





September.




Oh, soon the forests_all will boast
 _A_crown of red and gold;
A purple_haze will circle round
  The_mountains dim and old;
Afar the_hills,_now_green and fair,
  Their_sombre robes will wear;
A mist-like veil_will dim the_sun
  And linger on the air.

Already_seems_the earth half sad
  The_summer-child_is dead;
And who can tell the_dreams_gone_by,
  The tales of_life unsaid?
September is a glowing time;
_ A month of happy hours;
Yet