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THE NOVEMBER GARDEN.

THE NOVEMBER GARDEN.


POOR old weeping, faded garden!
Hear her moaning: "Well-a-day!
I had friends and wooing lovers
 In the merry month of May.
 Now I'm lonely,
 With me only
 Lingers dark and drear decay.

"Roses, with their lips of velvet,
 Kissed me into summer's noon;
Dahlias promised faithful friendship
 'Neath the yellow harvest-moon.
 Fair and fleeting
 Was each greeting;
 Kiss and promise failed me soon.

"Artemisia, scorned in summer,
 With her quaint and thrifty ways,
Only she has not forsaken
 Through the dark November days.
 But to cheer me
 Still keeps near me,
 Cheerful in the white sun-rays.

"Yonder forest glows in splendor;
 Poets, artists, women fair,
Kneel before it, like an altar,
 Heavenly-lighted, blazing there,