Autumn Praise

O breeze that rustles waving grass,
That sighs your way o'er plain and hill,
And sways the leafy maple boughs,
While never resting, never still;

O birds that fly in heav'n above,
Who trace the path which years before
Your fathers laid, who, this same time,

Began their flight at autumn's door;

O trees, crowned now in all the fire

The seasons ever grant to you,

Who drop your beauty to the ground,

Enriching all with scarlet hue;

O sun, that dyes the scen'ry gold

With brightest glory ever seen,

A diamond pure, in sapphire set;

In sapphire strong, at peace, serene;

All nature come, join with me now,

O breeze and birds, the trees and sun:

Begin your autumn praise to Him —

Come sing the song that must be sung!

-- Hannah Rose Klein