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DEATn oF ms FLOWERS,
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nT aRFANr. Tn. melancholy days are eome-ihs saddesi of ,he

 year.

 Of wailins winds and naked woods, and raea,Ov s

 brown and ssrei Heaped in rhe hollows oi the grove, the summer

 leaves lie dead-- They rustic to the eddyng wind, and to the rabbits

 tread.

 The robin and the wren have flown and from the

 shrubs the jay, And from the woOd-,op calls the Crow thro' all the gloomy day. Where the flowers, the bright young flowers that

 smiled beneath the feet, Of hues so passing beautiful, and breath passing sweet? Alas they all are in their graves-,he lovely of

 flowers, Are lying in their Iowly beds, with the fair and good

 of ours The rain is faingon their graves ;-but the chill No.

 vemberra rain, Calls no from out the silent earth, the lovely ones

 again. The wild flower and the violet perished long ago. And the briar-rose and orchs died amid the Summers glow; But the hill the golden rod, and .he astor in the

 wood. And the yellow sun-fower by the brook, in golden

 beauty stcv,-.. Till fell the frost from the clear, cold Heaven, falls

 the plague on men. s- And the blossom never smiled again by upland glade

 orglen. And now, when comes the calm, mild day, as still such

 days must come, To call the squirrel and the bee from their winter home; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the leaves are still, And wrinkle in the smoky light the waters of the Till The south wind searches for the flowers whose fra

 grance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the field and by the stream And then think of one, who in her youthful beauty The fair meek blossom that grew upand faded,by my

 side ;--- In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the te,. pest cast the leaf:-- And we wept that lovely should have life So brlef; Yet unmeet it was that one, like that that young

 friend of ours,-.- So buoyant and SO beautiful ---sI,oud perish like the

 flowers.