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Show Tlie ri yitic the mower its music Is o'er Tin' fruils of lie harvest (ire (.'inhered in store. Abutidunt ri-v.nr.1 (or u senson or u-il The e .i tli h.is rof.irm 1 from her jreriorous soil. And now, with the miluniu leaves o'er her liroii'C, She turns to llie sleep of renewal and rest. While we with her bounties heaped hich on the board. Pass round the good fare find the jubilant w-'i'd Willi th'itikfultfst laughter, with merriest chci'r, Anil share with eaeh other the Rifts of tho year. Mrs. Coerce Archlhald, In Jlid:e. |