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Show A Song of Thanks y'-pIS the Fall of the year, X The grasses are brown, The leaves are all sere, The nuts falling down, But, spite of It all. There's a song in the Fall! Not the song of the Spring, In woods newly green, Where happy bjrds sing . And flowers are seen Not a Spring song at all Is the song of the Fall. j Nor a Summer time song, I With sunshine of June j Just dreaming along A drowsy sweet tune ; No Summer time song To the Fall would belong:. Nor a gay Winter rhyme, All tingling with cheer Of sweet Christmas time And Happy New Tear Not a gay Winter rhyme For the brown Autumn time; But a Thanksgiving hymn The brown Autumn sings, Of church windows dim, Of sweet folded wings, Of praise and of prayer, And our thanks for God's caret Frances McKtnnon Morton, In Girl's Companion. |