

THE SUmmER's GONE.
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The summers gone-an every flower


That waves its beauties 10 the sun.
Has bloomed its brief. but lovely hour.


And shed is fragrance. and is gone.
The summers gone--and many a hope


That budded with the early spring,
Has seen It's blossoms brightly ope.


To wither like blighted thing
The summers gone--and many an eye
That brightly shown, IN tears are shrouded,
And hearts that loved US, withered lie,


Our, worse than this, by GOODNESS clouded
The summers gone.-but soon again.
& Shall blush and breathe upon the air,
The enamored flower and paints The glen,
/ But those losed will not be there;