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Show AUTUMN. ' Autumn has clad the hills 'n the radiance of H he'r belt of gold. H The foliage of the fading year has caught the H soul of the rainbows of the skies. and blazed it IH back again in multifold and Irradiant hues. So H voluptuous a splendor of coloi is seen nowhere H in the languid land of the tropics. It glows only H where the breath of the King of Storms touches H the trees and makes them gold; moves the leaves fl of the mountain verdure and converts them into IH crimson banners, which flame at the sun and H the dark clouds until winter comes and places fl upon these little lives from tho sun-god his im M pcrial robes of ermine. JH Autumn is as the twilight, save for tho unut- H terable radiance of its fleeting hours; in its soul jH are dreams and memories, as in the hush of tho twilight, softly illumined with phantacies of a H new-made moon. B Beautiful is the coming of Autumn, beautiful m and sad. She comes with wan face and her H smile is a phrophetic flashing of the doom to be JB Yet she comes in raiment so radiant that It mocks H the glory of the summer splendors; and round H her peerless throat the gods have placed a neck- jH lace of jacper. And the lilt of remembered songs H and a requieum of airy lutes is in the trailing B of her vestments in the dry ei ves as she moves SjjH on slowly and majestically into the unknown B Whiteness beyond. ANGUS NICHOLSON. jK |