Below are the final stanzas of "Autumn Days" by Mildred Gordon Horne
...
Trees in beauty
All arrayedWith gorgeous leaves
Of every shade.
Pink and red
And golden brown
Soon will nestle
On the ground.
Was e’er a people
As we,
With all this loveliness?
Our hearts are filled
With thanks and praise
To God above
For Autumn Days.
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