AUTUMN.
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The winds have now wild and pensive tone
That tells the heart of loneliness and gloom;
Dark clouds are hanging in the sky's blue zone
And summer beauties now fling Oft their


bloom.
Decays grey mantle silently is thrown
Ger Natures face, but Autumn, thou can'st


fill
With hallowed thoughts the bosom, sad and


lone,


For all thy charms are solemn, pure and still.
soft and twilight lovelness is thine
And ere the trees their 'leafy honors' shed
Their fading robes--their Autumn dresses shine
With changing hues of yellow, green and redi
we gaze upon them-and the tear is starting,
fof they are like our iovs--scen brightest when


departing