Colored gold and red and amber,
See the ripe leaves fall!
Nourishing the vines that clamber
O'er their brilliant pall.
Not because the frost hath clutched them,
Drop they to the earth;
But that deeper life hath touched them,
With a second birth.
Full of sunlight, treasured glory,
Every leaf is found,
Whispering God's prismatic story
To the autumn ground.
