AUTUMN.
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With what glory comes and goes the year!--
The buds of spring, those beautiful harbingers
OF sunny skies and cloudless times, ,--enioy
Life's newness, and earth's garriture spread out;
And when the silver habit of the clouds
Comes down upon the autumn sun, and with 4
A sober gladness the old year takes up
His bright inheritance of golden fruits,
pomp and pageant fill the splendid scene.
There is beaut full spirit breathing now
Its mellow richness on the clustered trees,
And from beaker full of richest dyes
Pouring new glory on tho autumn woods,
And dipping in warm light the pillared clouds.
Morn OH the mountains, like summer bird,
Lifts up her purple wing, and in the wales
The gentle wind, sweet and passionate wooer,
Kisses the blushing leai, and stirs up life
Within the solemn woods of ash deep -crimsoned,
And silver beach, and maple yelow-e -eafed,-
Where autumn, like faint old man, sits down
by the way-side a-weary. Through the trees
The golden robin moves; the purple finch,
| That on wild cherry and red cedar feeds
winter bird, d,-comes with its plantive whistle,
And pecks by the WITCH hazel, whilst aloud
From cottage roofs the warbling bhie-bird sings;
And merrly with oft-repeated stroke
Sounds from the threshing- floor the busy fail.
0 what glory doth this world put on
For him that with fcrvent heart goes forth
Under the brghtand glorious sky, and looks
On duties well performed, and days well spent!
For him the wind, aye, and the yellow leaves
Shall have voice, and give him eloquent teach


ngs.


He shall so hear the solemn hymn, that Death
Has lifted up forall, thathc shall go
To his long resting place without a pear.


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