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F.All!. pledgee of & fruitful tree,
Why do ye fall ao fut 1
Your date ia not 10 put,
But you may atay yet here a while
To bluah ud gently smile,
And go at laat.What, were ye born to be.
An hour or half's delight,
.And ao to bid good-night f
'Twas pity Nature brougnt ye forth
Merely to show l.~~r worth,
lose you quite.But you are lovely leaves, where we
M.ay read how aoon things have
Their end, though ne'er so brave;
~d aner they _have ahow_n their pride
Llke you, a while, they glide
Into the grave.. HnJt.rClt.
CoMB forth. and let WI through our hearts reeei\•e
,;he joy of verdure. See! the honey'd lime
Showerscool gFeenlighto' erbnnkswherewild-flowersweav.?
Thick tapestry, and woodbine tendrils climb
Up the brown oak, f1·om buds ofmoea &nd thyme.
The rich deep Dlll88eB of the sycamore
Hang heavy with the fulne!!lll of their prime ;
.ADd the white poplar, from ita foliage hoar,
Sel\ttera forth gleams like moonlight, with each gale
That sweeps Lhe boughs; the cbeatnut-flowera are put,
The crowning glories ofthe hawthorn fail,
But arches of aweet eglantine are cast
From every hedge. Oh I never m&j we loee,
Dear friend I our fresh delight in simplest Nature's hue.~.
Mll8. Hlru.Uie.