William Cullen Bryant - October lyrics

Aye, thou art welcome, heaven's delicious breath! When woods begin to wear the crimson leaf, And sons grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, And the year smiles as it draws near its d**h. Wind of the sunny south! oh, still delay In the gay woods and in the golden air, Like to a good old age released from care, Journeying, in long serenity, away. In such a bright, late quiet, would that I Might wear out life like thee, 'mid bowers and brooks, And dearer yet, the sunshine of kind looks, And music of kind voices ever nigh; And when my last sand twinkled in the gla**, Pa** silently from men, as thou dost pa**.