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Show ILJJi vjy WILBUR, D NLPBIT TKr-MLTANCIIODT DAYS tJmi- li f W Tlio ini-liiiirhely i1hh liava rnme, Tim auilili-Ht of tlin yur, When no tntimiultn's nurrry hum 1 1 ti pi riR'-n on the our. Nor (W It Klnic to you nml ntln Ami nik you fret Ilka anytliln'R Hut tlioiiKh no mor you fori II bile You ( unni. t alt out lata at lilKlit. Whoro are tlio flics, the happy files That Intely apranK and stood ' I'pon our naliuls and our plos And all our other food? Aim! they all have ln-iinl the rail That comes to them In enrly fall; No more thoy seek your bald bare pot And caper nimbly when you swat. The Iceman with his chllllnn load Coos mournfully attit. And as ho ruuilih-s down the roiid No more lie lifts his shout. Hut black with grime and rlht on tlm The coalman makes bis prices climb; Your panto arrows wan and weak and thin While you bwk at your empty bin. And now when comes the calm, mild day, There echoes on the breeie, Which o'er the o.en-rod will play. The sharp hay fever sneee. With wild ah-clioo! they thus renew Acquaintance with the autumn view And sneef.i both morn and afternoon Itecause they have come home toe soon. And now we think of one who went From out our kitchen door. Who vowed, with her vacation spent, Bhe would come bark once more. Hut though we wait by dawn and late No latch clicks on the garden Rate, And an once more we have to look All o'er the town to And a cook. |
