Vol. XV 



NOVEMBER, 1905. 



No. II 



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Bn Hutumn prater. 



MHEX the dead leaves quiver earthward in the twi- 

 light of the year, 

 Comes the time of love and dreaming, when the days of 



days appear; 

 Purpling distance,- mellowing sunshine, trees aflame with 



red and gold. 

 Air brimful of life's elixir-nectar on Olympia old 

 Was as water in its weakness when compared with this, 



methinks. 

 And I wish life's chain w^ere endless with sweet days like 



this for links. 

 Music greets my every footstep in the dead leaves rustling 



here — 

 When the ripe leaves quiver earthward in the twilight of 



the year. 



When the leaves come trembling earthward in the gloaming 

 of the year. 



Then this life's perennial sweetness seems a thousand times 

 more dear; 



Yet the million gorgeous death scenes that emblazon every 

 wood 



As the leaves in splendid shroudines quit their dying broth- 

 erhood 



To return to earth that gave them in the spring so tearfully 



Breathe a prayer like an incense through the very heart of 

 me; 



"When life's sap is flowing feebly and my rest is drawing 

 near, 



^Tay my time for trembling earthward be the gloaming of 

 the year." 



— S. W. GiUilan, in Baltimore American. 



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