Enchanting dawn of autumn days,

So clear, so cool, so calm,

O'er all creation breathing forth

Thy sweet refreshing balm!

The woodland dons its brightest hue,

Its rainbow-tinted gown;

Each soft and dreamy breeze that blows

Brings showers of crimson down.

Old earth now groans beneath her load

Of grain and fruited vine,

That thickly hangs o'er orchard wall,

And drips with mellow wine.

The birds fly lazily above,

Bathed in thy misty light,

While on the hillside loll the kine

In morning's gold delight.

Wrapped in thy folds of golden mist,

This restless soul of mine

Is lulled into a blissful dream

Of peace and love divine.