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[The leaves which in the autumn of the years]

The leaves which in the autumn of the years
Fall auburn-tinted from their parent trees,
Swept from dismembered boughs by ruthless breese,
Through Winter's weary reign of want and fears
Will lie in drifts; and when the snowdrop cheers—
Frail firstling of the flowers—they still are there,
There still, although the balmy southern air
And budding boughs proclaim that Spring appcars.
So lost hopes severed by the stress of life
Unburied lie before our wistful eyes,
Though none but we regard their fell dccay;
And ever amid the stir of worldly strife
Fresh aims and fuller purposes arise
Between the faded hopes of yesterday.