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SUGGESTED BY THE SIGHT OF SOME LATE ACTUMH 

 FLOWEES. 



THESE few pale Autumn flowers, 



How beautiful they are ! 

 Than all that went before, 

 Than all the summer store, 



How lovelier far ! 



And why ? they are the last ! 



The last ! the last ! the last 

 Oh ! by that little word 

 How many thoughts are stirred, 



That whisper of the past ! 



Pale flowers ! pale perishing flowers, 



Ye're types of precious things ; 

 Types of those better moments 

 That flit, like Life's enjoyments, 

 On rapid, rapid wings. 



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