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No. r.
OCTOBER, r9or.
AUTUMN. The violet and the pansy fair 路 Lie dead upon the sod, The wild flowers in the massy dells No longer ben~ and nod. Just where the rippling brook once flowed, When summer rains were nigh; Great heaps of withered leaves now strewn " In nook and corner lie. 路
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The earth no longer wears the cloak Of velvet green it wore; The robin and the thrush have flown, Their song we hear no more. Along the creek the wild geese fly With low and cackling sound; The squirrel now leaves its home to find The nuts upon the ground. The cattle seek som= sheltedng fold, And shim the chilly blast; Behin<;l some neighboring stack they herd , As cold North winds blow past. Through leafless trees the wild wind moa ns, Through out the night and day; It shrieks aloud in caverns deep That with the echoes play . It sweeps around the chimney tops,
And sighs without the door; It crosses mountain hill and plain
With loud and sullen roar. And thus the wild November winds, They shriek aloud and blow Until the cold and dreary earth Is coated o 'er with snow.
J. M . K ANGLEY . ,.
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