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POEMS.
Then brighten their pathway, their burden take on
Till Life with its trials be past;
'Twill be a sweet thought when from earth they are gone,
And Heaven will bless you at last.
Till Life with its trials be past;
'Twill be a sweet thought when from earth they are gone,
And Heaven will bless you at last.
October.
Oh, what can rival Nature's charms,
O'er all the woodlands lying,
When "Autumn folds her jeweled arms
Around the year," now dying!
O'er all the woodlands lying,
When "Autumn folds her jeweled arms
Around the year," now dying!
With fresh surprise on every hand,
But not one hue that's sober,
A nameless charm invests the land
In radiant, rare October.
But not one hue that's sober,
A nameless charm invests the land
In radiant, rare October.
What splendor everywhere displayed
In lavishness unsparing!
'Tis Nature's own "grand dress parade,"
Her full regalia wearing.
In lavishness unsparing!
'Tis Nature's own "grand dress parade,"
Her full regalia wearing.
Fair, blooming Spring, in robes of green,
That once we deemed enchanting,
Grows pale when Autumn, gorgeous queen,
Her royal robes are flaunting.
That once we deemed enchanting,
Grows pale when Autumn, gorgeous queen,
Her royal robes are flaunting.
