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XXVIII.
AUTUMN.
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The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts are getting brown ;
The berry's cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.
The maple wears a gayer scarf,
The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned,
I 'll put a trinket on.
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