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ISfoTa flower is left for the vagrant bee , The evening winds have a dirge-like sigh , And thechang'd leaves hang on the mournful tree , Like false friends waiting the time to fly . It is come—the hour , the ominous hour ,
When Summer must lay her last glories down , And resign to the cold usurper ' s power A faded robe and a gemless crown . Yet the dying year is beautiful still , Though the last of its summer days has shone ; And we yet may gaze , from the sunset hill , ' . " , _ ' On the shining foam of its bright waves gone . Still , still it is sadly sweet to gaze , t
By the soft rich light of the calm day-fall , On the brilliant relics of former days , . "" : ? Over which is stealing the Spoiler ' s pall . i :: : r - As tie moonbeams rest , on the mouldering pile , — Bte ^ ctly dim and obscurely clear , - . T ^ tender tm ts pf the sunset sm ile , 0 | i tl > e ruins , left of the blooming year .
'Ti $ " 8 f seehej as the stars and mottritaiRs old , Anil wet < a&the S |> riftg * s first roSes nW ; ^ T i ^ a ^ taie ;^ ^ Irbmlth ^^ ctete of Eden told , Ye ^ stilti Ih ^ tigh sad ; it is $ &r tihd true . 3 ^ 41 \ 6 ^^^^^^^^^ w 9 ^^ W mmm ^ ff ^ ;» . # » leaf ; ^ r ^^ frfKif )^^ \ jkii $ p ^ rjieart ^ run *>^ , . with , Ithe , joy of grief . " ft
A light com ^ Wback dm ^ mysdc Past , Which shines ^ oh the sdul $ ith a beam of power , And thaws the ice that the wdrld haid cast O ' er the fountain of thought in a colder hour . We hear a voice , which whispers , that we The fate of all that we mourn must feel ; That seared the verdure of Hope must be , And the Autumn of Age o ' er the worn heart steal ;—
And oh , that—saddest and worst of all , - The darkest sand in the time-glass shed—Every leaf and flower of Life's tree must fall , Their green bloom wither'd , their sweet breath fled \ A ) as ^ £ hat Pleasure should only give J | er ejiw pure in an icy bowl , , WJVtjeh ^ . Tq
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