WILD CLEMATIS. 113", 



Ah, let the green Septembers go ! 

 They promise more than they bestow ; 

 But now the earth around us seems 

 Glad in the radiance of our dreams. 



Omen of joy to thee and me, 

 Dear friend, may this rare season be ! 

 Life has not had its perfect test ; 

 Our latest years may be our best. 



Heaven's inmost warmth may wait us still. 

 What if, beyond time's autumn chill, 

 There bless us, ere we hence depart, 

 A glad October of the heart ! 



Lucy Larcom.. 



