THE DAY IS THINE 



Autumn Tints 



Coral-colored yew-berries 



Strew the garden ways, 

 Hollyhocks and sunflowers 



Make a dazzling blaze 



In these latter days. 



Marigolds by cottage doors 

 Flaunt their golden pride, 



Crimson-punctured bramble leaves 

 Dapple far and wide 

 The green mountain side. 



For the year that's on the wane, 



Gathering all its fire, 

 Flares up through the kindling world 

 As, ere they expire 

 Flames leap high and higher. 



MATHILDE BLIND. 



The garden walks are wet with dew 

 Fresh gather'd from the rosy hours, 



The busy insects hum anew, 



And stir to life the sleeping flow'rs; 



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