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AUTUMNAL DAYS. |
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AUTUMNAL DAYS.
The Autumn's loosened leaves are falling fast
With a sad rustling sound,
And, chased by fitful breeze or fiercer blast,
Race o'er the shadowy ground;
The solemn woods, though garbed in gorgeous hues,
Are hastening to decay,
As listlessly I wander on, and muse
On things that pass away.
With a sad rustling sound,
And, chased by fitful breeze or fiercer blast,
Race o'er the shadowy ground;
The solemn woods, though garbed in gorgeous hues,
Are hastening to decay,
As listlessly I wander on, and muse
On things that pass away.
The hardy robin on the garden rail,
Though day is growing cold,
Sits and reiterates his tender tale,
Most musically told;
For gentle robin, with a spirit brave,
Sings in the gloomiest hours,
And even chants an uncomplaining stave
In Winter's naked bowers.
Though day is growing cold,
Sits and reiterates his tender tale,
Most musically told;
For gentle robin, with a spirit brave,
Sings in the gloomiest hours,
And even chants an uncomplaining stave
In Winter's naked bowers.
Ere long the northern winds will keenly blow,
The woods and waters roar,
And all the wondrous magazines of snow
Pour forth their fleecy store;
Our window-panes will gleam with silvery rime,
Or sound with rattling hail,
And Winter's voice grow terribly sublime
When angry storms prevail.
The woods and waters roar,
And all the wondrous magazines of snow
Pour forth their fleecy store;
Our window-panes will gleam with silvery rime,
Or sound with rattling hail,
And Winter's voice grow terribly sublime
When angry storms prevail.
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But with the resurrection of the Spring,
Nature will smile anew,
Resume her crown, and o'er her shoulders fling
Robes of the loveliest hue:
Sweet Spring! that faintly pictures to the mind
Glories beyond the skies,
Where tempest and decay no entrance find,
Where beauty never dies.
Nature will smile anew,
Resume her crown, and o'er her shoulders fling
Robes of the loveliest hue:
Sweet Spring! that faintly pictures to the mind
Glories beyond the skies,
Where tempest and decay no entrance find,
Where beauty never dies.
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