SUMMER'S OVER.

Summer's over, summer's over! See, the leaves are falling fast; Flowers are dying, flowers are dying, All their beauty's gone at last. Now the thrush no longer cheers us; Warbling birds forget to sing; And the bees have ceased to wander, Sipping sweets on airy wing. Winter's coming, winter's coming! Now his hoary head draws near; Winds are blowing, winds are blowing; All around looks cold and drear. Hope of spring must now support us; Winter's reign will pass away; Flowers will bloom, and birds will warble, Making glad the livelong day.