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	SONGS FOR GIRLHOOD.		127
	THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS. William Cullen Bbyant. The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere; Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rab�bit's tread. The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, Aud from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day.	But on the hill the golden-rod, and the aster in the wood, And the yellow sunflower by the brook, in autumn beauty stood, Till fell the frost from the clear, cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, And the brightness of their smile was gone from upland, glade, and glen. Aud now, when comes the calm, mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill,
	Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprung and stood In brighter light and softer airs a beauteous sis�terhood ? Alas! they all are in their graves, the gentle race « of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely	The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, Aud sighs to find them by the wood and by the stream no more. And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair, meek blossom that grew up and faded by my side ; In the cold, moist earth we laid her, when the for�ests cast the leaf, Aud we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief: Yet not unmeet it was that one, like that young friend of ours, So geutle and so beautiful, should perish with the flowers.
	The wind-flower and the violet, they perished long ago: And the brier-rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow;