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 boices. 



That time of year, you know, when the summer, beginning 

 to sadden, 



Full-mooned and silver-misted glides from the heart of Sep- 

 tember, 



Mourned by disconsolate crickets, and iterant grasshoppers 

 crying 



All the still nights long, from the ripened abundance of 

 gardens 



HO WELLS. 



