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Show M.KIGOLDS My marigolds stand sturdy, straight and proud Alo.-rg my wall, great flaming sentinels Of orange, ambeT bright, and sunshine hue, i They guard my gay petunias at their base. Last fall I woke one warm morn to find them gone, Their golden crests seared brown some drooping, too. Twas early in November, that night's frost That took the last of my blithe garden crew. I wonder if this year 'twill be the same! Will Jack Frost come as soons, with hoary breath To swath them in a dull and shriveled coat, And leave them there, bare skeletons skel-etons of glory past? ill new November see the end of summer's glow ? Lucy Woolley Brown |