Autumn It Was When Droop'D The Sweetest Flow'Rs, And Rivers, Swoll'N With Pride, O'Erlook'D The Banks; Poor Grew The Day Of Summer'S Golden Hours, And Void Of Sap Stood Ida'S Cedar-Ranks. The Pleasant Meadows Sadly Lay In Chill And Cooling Sweats By Rising Fountains, Or As They Fear'D Winter'S Wastfull Threats. The Shepherd'S Pipe.