1 SEE the leaves around us falling, Dry and withered, to the ground; Thus to thoughtless mortals calling, In a sad and solemn sound: "Youth, on length of days presuming,

Who the paths of pleasure tread,
View us, late in beauty blooming,
Numbered now among the dead.

2 "What though yet no losses grieve you,
Gay with health and many a grace;
Let not cloudless skies deceive you :
Summer gives to autumn place."
On the tree of life eternal

Let our highest hopes be stayed:

This alone, for ever vernal,

Bears a leaf that shall not fade.