 | Poems and verses by Mary Mapes Dodge |  |
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TO A YOUNG GIRL.
WITH A SPRAY OF AUTUMN LEAVES.
Though Autumn winds be sighing in your future, Molly dear,Their music may be sweeter than the early Spring-time cheer;
As the fleeting moments ripen in the fullness of your prime,
There'll be tints and shadows richer far than those of Summer-time;
And so, these leaves prophetic made me dream, my girl, of you,
As they trembled in their gladness, with the sunlight shining through.
| Poems and verses by Mary Mapes Dodge | |