{"newspaper_name": "Indiana State sentinel.", "edition": "01", "page": "p4", "byline": ""}
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End of the vernal year The flower hath closed
And cast Its petals, and the naked stalk
Stands shriveng in the frost the ieatheTed grass
Is heavy in the head the painted leaf
Flies tVittering on the wind and to the earth
Falls the brown met, with melancholy sound.
Yet the low, moaning autumn wind, that sweeps
The seeded grass and lately blossomIng flower,
Bears the light germs of future lIie away,
And sows them by the gliding rvulet,
And Oer the plain, and on the mountain side,
To clothe anew the earth, when comes again
The quickening breath of Spring. And on the place
Where fall the uppened nuts, the frosty night
Will heap the stricken leaves; and then shall spring,
In many an after age, another growth
Of stately trees, when those around me now,
Fallen with eld, shall moulder, and enrich
The ground that sustains their lofty pride.


WM. ID. GALLAGHER.