THE CRICKETS.
PIPE, little minstrels of the waning year,
In gentle concert pipe!
Pipe the warm noons; the mellow harvest near;
The apples dropping ripe;
In gentle concert pipe!
Pipe the warm noons; the mellow harvest near;
The apples dropping ripe;
The tempered sunshine and the softened shade;
The trill of lonely bird;
The sweet sad hush on Nature's gladness laid;
The sounds through silence heard!
The trill of lonely bird;
The sweet sad hush on Nature's gladness laid;
The sounds through silence heard!
Pipe tenderly the passing of the year;
The summer's brief reprieve;
The dry husk rustling round the yellow ear;
The chill of dawn and eve!
The summer's brief reprieve;
The dry husk rustling round the yellow ear;
The chill of dawn and eve!
Pipe the untroubled trouble of the year
Pipe low the painless pain;
Pipe your unceasing melancholy cheer;
The year is in the wane!
Pipe low the painless pain;
Pipe your unceasing melancholy cheer;
The year is in the wane!
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