The Tune Painted Hat
With lucid cloudlets strewn in azure skies,
The motley land is decked with yellow leaves.
On waters autumn tinge extending serene;
Thereupon a greenish haze is hanging faint.
Hills tinted in sunset, horizon just o'er waves,
Ever farther are grasses sprawling unfeeling away.
O gloom's my helpless soul in pining for home,
And haunting me are cares as I trudge my road!
There'd ne'er be a peaceful rest from nigh to night,