By forest, lake, and stream, with grief are wrung;

Till spent at length, beneath the sinking day

The red shafts quench their rage, and cease to slay.

THE AUTUMNAL RIDE.

October glittered brazen-hued

Beneath the keen autumnal sun;

Their leaves the ash and maple strewed

Like fiery coals of martyrdom.

The mountains reared their granite cones