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FALLING LEAVES. 28
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Musing, I stand where late I stood
"When summer's sun was high, And the green foliage of the wood Thrill'd to the zephyrs', sigh. A few short weeks have pass'd away, And, 0! how changed the scene to-day !
"Where now are all the blossoms fair,
Flowers of the sunny gleam, Which grew profusely everywhere x Along the forest stream ? Ah ! their brief summer-day is o'er, In these wild dells they bloom no more!
Is not our day of life as brief ?
Do we not pass as soon away ? Beholdest thou yon falling leaf, Traced with the lines of dull decay ? Such is our life—thus do we fade, And, falling, mingle with the dead.
How fast they come! how thick they fall!
On every breeze they hurry past! Though some look fresh, behold them all Hang trembling in October's blast! Thus is life's tenure feebly frail, Nor can it bear death's piercing gale.