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VOICES OF AUTUMN. |
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" Cold, adverse winds will blow, And soon the fearful blasts of death will sear And blight the flowers which bloom on life's parterre—
Prepare for storms of woe."
There comes another voice From nature's faded lips. Ah ! dost thou hear ? How solemn are their tones, how soft and clear!
■" Earth has no lasting joys."
The vine, the wither'd vine, That late in freshness round thy casement clung, Doth with an eloquent, a lute-like tongue,
Unwritten thoughts define.
It tells of clustering ties, Of death, and change: it cries, "Beware, beware! Nor 'twine the heart's affections closely, where
The vine in autumn dies."
I hear another tone, A voice from the crush'd flower beneath my'
tread: It bids us weep—weep for the faded dead
Who wither'd one by one.
It whispers :—" Art thou glad, With hopes more bright than thy rose-tinted cheek ? |
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