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Show A VI N T ACE SONC. Onco more tho year ite fullness pours To uhtir the huart of Lwil; 1 Once iiKire we itilitf w.tii gia'.itudo I The b:e-sinz of ihe soil. . I h-ar the chiklMQ laugh and fing, j Tht-y pull thu nrnj(?s t Kc-lber; ! And jfiitdiiets Vroalhes from e'(.rylhinj; j Iq ibis October wuather. I Tho winter days were lonft and drk, Theeprinfj was bIow to come; And Euramer & Or tin brjuglit fuirani doubt I To many a JiumSte homo. 1 But rniii and sunehiiiu hud thulr will And wrouhltlieir work together, And fpo! we butp ur baskets still, in this October wuntber. My hf?art hn,h.l its winter, too, And lain full bare und gray; I did not. ihiuk Hspriiifj would come. I Much less a summer day. : LIow lillle did I d renin thnt life I Wou'd brina us two toethor, j And I should bo a hnpy wiftj I In this October wuuthor. I Doubtless tho frosts will come ayain, , And some sweet hopes must die ; But we shall boar the passing pain, ' And smile as woll as fih; Nor lei us cloud with fuarri of ill This golden hour together; , For Ood is in his garden s'ill j In thiB October weather. |