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Show THE FROST FROM FAR AWAY. -JJH Oh, the year Is growing old, and the sunshine iMI growing cold, IHI And the shadows gather sooner every day; jj livery tree is touched with fire, each day mount- ,1 1 ing high and higher, ' 1 1 ffiflH And the night brings up the fiost from far n ISHH away. u iwHH There are days of sunny calm when the winds II j bring only balm, 1 And the fair blue sky above us bears no '9H cloud; But the night creeps down the hill, and ihe soft, H sweet air grows chill, IH And with lage the prowling north wind ' 1 shrieks aloud. lHI Long ago each winged rover sang, "Farewell, H the summer's over." ; H Spread his wings, and to the southward took his way; H Not a scarlet mother-breast hovers o'er the H empty nest, jH uncovered where the leaves nave fallen t H away. H Oh, the year is growing old, and the sunshine KM growing cold, M And the winter coming nearer every day; M But within, the hearth is warm, there is shelter M from the storm, And we know th.e spring awaits us, far away! M Ninette M. Lowater, in New York Sun. L. H r- H |
