FRANK DEMPSTER SHERMAN

Here's a lyric for September, 10 Best of all months to remember; Month when summer breezes tell What has happened, wood and dell, Of the joy the year has brought, And the changes she has wrought. She has turned the verdure red; 5 In the blue sky overhead, She the harvest moon has hung, Like a silver boat among Shoals of stars—bright jewels set In the earth's blue coronet; 10 She has brought the orchard's fruit To repay the robin's flute Which has gladdened half the year With a music liquid, clear; And she makes the meadow grass 15 Catch the sunbeams as they pass, Till the autumn's floor is rolled With a fragrant cloth of gold.