AN AUTUMN RIDE
Malvern
The world's a beautiful world to-day,
A flame of gold and a dusk of gray,
Where Autumn leaves toss their gaudy crests
O'er still deep lanes, where the twilight rests.
Just overhead as I ride along
A hopeful thrush charms his thought to song,
And all that's joyous within me springs
To meet the promise of which he sings.