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THE FALL OF THE YEAR 



their honk, honk, honk will waken the frogs from 

 their oozy slumbers and stir every winter sleeper to 

 the very circle of the Pole. 



Honk, honk, honk! Oh, may I be awake to hear 

 you, ye strong-winged travelers on the sky, when ye 

 go over northward, calling the sleeping earth to 

 waken, calling all the South to follow you through 

 the broken ice-gates of the North ! 



Honk, honk, honk ! The wild geese are passing 

 southward ! 



