Arrayed in colors bright,
I think of Autumn's pageantry,
Each cool and frosty night.
In yellow, bronze, and snowy white
These flowers are displayed
As lovely as the autumn trees,
In colors bright arrayed.
Chrysanthemums of snow-white bloom
Remind us of the snow
Which soon will cover hill and vale
As wintry winds will blow.
Ye artists henceforth should portray
With Cornucopia's horn
These gorgeous flowers, bright and fair,
With fruit, and grain, and corn.
As flowers in a patient's room,
Chrysanthemums give cheer;
These lovely flowers of varied bloom
Console the dying year.
We praise Him for these lovely things,,
For all that He hath done.
To see His power in humble works,
It makes us truly one.
By Henry Beer
My Garden of Verse
Page 171
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