But if I’m ask’d why ’tis I make
Autumn the theme of inspiration,
I’ll tell the truth, and no mistake—
With Autumn comes the long vacation.
Of falsehoods I’ll not shield me with a tissue—
Autumn I love—because no writs then issue.
Others may hail the joys of Spring,
When birds and buds alike are growing;
Some the Summer days may sing,
When sowing, mowing, on are going.