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Autumn.
AUTUMN .
A UTUMN ! chill Autumn ! why take all the flowers - £ i- We ' ve cherished ancl tended the whole summer long ? Like the herald of Death thou art come , ancl our boAvers Ave robbed of their beauty , their blossom , and song ! Mournful the strain of the last Avanclering swallow
, Vainly it yearns for a home ' neath the sun ; Autumn ' s chill blasts over hill oi'er holloiv Tell him winter is coming—summer has gone . For his once gay companions and sunshine departed , With laments for time frittered in folly away ,
He sobs out a dirge ; and then , quite broken-hearted , His A'oice is for ever hushed—ended his day . Cold though the winds blow , ancl rayless the clay dawn , Heai ) ' the rainclouds , dull , cheerless noon ' s light , A robin is perched on a branch of the haAvthorn , O'erlooking his nest with both pride and delight .
Blithely he whistles his bold song , and cheery His mate chirps response to the notes of her love ; Ancl winds pass unheeded , their moaning so dreary His bright eyes ne ' er dim , his glad heart do not move . The SAvallow lost strength in his useless repining ,
His life of inaction warped energies given ; Whilst the redbreast , in faith and on duty reclining , Learnt in storms , as in sunshine , to yield thanks to Heaven . " Nay ! He Avho has promised both seedtime and reaping , Who gathers His Avheativhich must die ere it live
, , Sends me to remind thee , in Nature thus preaching , Of a ' death unto life ; ' thou , this warning receive . " And then , if thou reapest the grain He has planted , Binding sheaves ivith contentment , whate ' er may betide ; Thy notes will ring out in glad tones Heaven granted ,
And life be renewed by a soul satisfied . " Chilton . ETOILE .
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Autumn.
AUTUMN .
A UTUMN ! chill Autumn ! why take all the flowers - £ i- We ' ve cherished ancl tended the whole summer long ? Like the herald of Death thou art come , ancl our boAvers Ave robbed of their beauty , their blossom , and song ! Mournful the strain of the last Avanclering swallow
, Vainly it yearns for a home ' neath the sun ; Autumn ' s chill blasts over hill oi'er holloiv Tell him winter is coming—summer has gone . For his once gay companions and sunshine departed , With laments for time frittered in folly away ,
He sobs out a dirge ; and then , quite broken-hearted , His A'oice is for ever hushed—ended his day . Cold though the winds blow , ancl rayless the clay dawn , Heai ) ' the rainclouds , dull , cheerless noon ' s light , A robin is perched on a branch of the haAvthorn , O'erlooking his nest with both pride and delight .
Blithely he whistles his bold song , and cheery His mate chirps response to the notes of her love ; Ancl winds pass unheeded , their moaning so dreary His bright eyes ne ' er dim , his glad heart do not move . The SAvallow lost strength in his useless repining ,
His life of inaction warped energies given ; Whilst the redbreast , in faith and on duty reclining , Learnt in storms , as in sunshine , to yield thanks to Heaven . " Nay ! He Avho has promised both seedtime and reaping , Who gathers His Avheativhich must die ere it live
, , Sends me to remind thee , in Nature thus preaching , Of a ' death unto life ; ' thou , this warning receive . " And then , if thou reapest the grain He has planted , Binding sheaves ivith contentment , whate ' er may betide ; Thy notes will ring out in glad tones Heaven granted ,
And life be renewed by a soul satisfied . " Chilton . ETOILE .