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POEMS.
Comes a message somewhat gloomy, yet withal in tender wise,
From the mansions of the old year from the lattice of the skies.
From the mansions of the old year from the lattice of the skies.
And the leaves are softly falling, falling softly one by one,
Flaming like bright crimson trophies color'd by th' impassioned sun;
Gorgeous hues all richly woven in a royal carpet sweet
Spread for beauty and for pasture for the fairies' spirit feet!
Flaming like bright crimson trophies color'd by th' impassioned sun;
Gorgeous hues all richly woven in a royal carpet sweet
Spread for beauty and for pasture for the fairies' spirit feet!
But the prophet he sings truly when he says like to a leaf,
We do fade beneath the burden of each transient human grief,
In life's springtime all is gladness, as the leaf upon the tree,
We do dance through childhood gaily with a gesture merrily.
We do fade beneath the burden of each transient human grief,
In life's springtime all is gladness, as the leaf upon the tree,
We do dance through childhood gaily with a gesture merrily.
Then the summer's fair meridian of a mellow teeming age
Crowns with sunny fruit and blossom Nature's golden heritage,
O the glorious summer beauties, decking earth with radiant flowers,
O the grand majestic beauties hidden in this world of ours.
Crowns with sunny fruit and blossom Nature's golden heritage,
O the glorious summer beauties, decking earth with radiant flowers,
O the grand majestic beauties hidden in this world of ours.
