BIRDS AND NATURE 



ILLUSTRATED BY COLOR PHOTOGRAPHY. 



Vol. XIL OCTOBER, 1902. No. 3 



AUTUMN WOODS. 



Ere, in the northern gale, 

 The summer tresses of the trees are gone, 

 I The woods of Autumn, all around our vale, 



I - Have put their glory on. 



I The mountains that infold, 



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I In their wide sweep, the colored landscape round, 



I Seem groups of giant kings, in purple and gold, 



. That guard the enchanted ground. 



I roam the woods that crown 

 The uplands, where the mingled splendors glow. 

 Where the gay company of trees look down 

 I On the green fields below. 



1 My steps are not alone ' 



In these bright walks; the sweet southwest, at play. 

 Flies, rustling, where the painted leaves are strown 

 Along the winding way. 



And far in heaven, the while, 

 The sun, that sends that gale to wander here, 

 Pours out on the fair earth his quiet smile — 



The sweetest of the year. 



William Cullen Bryant. 



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