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Show 'T Rippling Rhymes By WAXT MASON OCTOBER SIGHS. My heart Is sad and sober, and has a ''iii' in pain; for all through gray October Oc-tober I'll hear this sad refrain: "The I fall will soon be ended, the autumn fair. and splendid, let all your rags be rended, for v Inter -omes again'" I'll hear It in the calling of wild geese o-rhed. and in the ceaseless falling of withered leaves and dead: and In th farewoii singing of birds prepared for winging to lands where tempests slinging don't make a man Bae red October days are ' golden, although 1 green I hinps expire, her many charms I embolden the brtl to swat his lyre: but always there Is sighing, and "ad and plaintive crying, and lovely things ire dying. In dun and brown attrr The sunshine's paler, weaker, that late was glowing strong, the evening winds are bleaker, the nights are dark and long, and all the .igns are hinting that autumn s swiftly sprinting, soon winter will be vvlnting Its rude, ferocious fero-cious song October' mild and pen-slve. pen-slve. she has her qnlet Joya: her smiles in . omprohcnslv e and fall on all the bin w hile she's with us staying, j her dulcimer a-Playing, my thoughts arc ever straying to winter's angry j noise. |