AUTUMN LEAVES.
I now have culled from out Life’s forest
These Autumn Leaves which I shall send you
They have been pressed into service
For my little book.
Perhaps if you the leaves had chosen,
You would have culled more brilliant colors,
And pressed them better too.
By careful searching you may find one
That pleases you by word, or measure,
And cherished e’en will be.
I hope that you will take some pleasure
In reading book, and conning measure.
But kindly criticise.
I give my leaves into your keeping,
I hope with love you will receive them,
These offsprings of my heart.