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AN AUTUMN SONG.

Into the fields a songster flew,
And, bathing in the sunny blue,
This was his blithe and wondrous song:
“Good-bye! for I have stayed too long—
Away! away!
I'm off to-day.”

I listened to the meadow-strain,
And felt at once both bliss and pain;
Such pleasing sorrow, troubled glee,
Raised, sunk; my soul alternately;
Heart! heart!
Didst break from joy or smart?

I saw the leaves fall slow and sere,
And then I cried: Oh! autumn's here;
The summer-guest, the swallow, flies,
Perchance, thus love and longing hies
Away! away!
With life's short day.




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But back the sunlight came again,
The songster sang a cheering strain;
He marked my tearful eyes, and said:
“No winter snows on love are shed—
No! no!
Its spring-flowers ever blow.”

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