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AUTUMNAL MUSINGS.
0 longer softened breezes blow. The laughing brooks no longer flow 路Throug h m eadows green, w h ere daisies grow In sweet profusion gay. No r loiter on thro ugh woodlands deep, vVhere wide-leaved ivies gently creep , Where feath er ed songs t ers revel keep Through the long Summer clay.
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The hoar fro st iss uin g fr om his hold, A nd s'tretching fo rth hi s wand of cold, Hath changed fair Nature's g r ee n to gold In one short night. The bird s forsak e th e drooping 路eaves. The harves t er cloth bind his sh eaves. The ru stl e of th e fallin g leaves, Doth mark th e S umm er's fli g ht. Behold ! a lesson may be read From . Natur e's book b efor e us s pr ead. R ead in th ese forms of b eauty dead, ''A ll th ings of Earth shall pass away." Yet they'r e not dead-they do b ut sleep In wrappe cl in Earth 's warm boso m deep, A nd at t he breath of Sprin g shall leap To g r eet th e sunlight gay. Y e weary souls that do comp lain, Co ntinu e not yo ur y earnin gs vain O h, read t hi s and tak e heart again ! For seeming d eath cloth pass away: A sweet rem in der fr om on hig h T hat man , tho' fated still to die, Yet, thro u gh Ch rist's death, may death defy And ri se again to li v~ for aye.