BIRDS ftND NATURE. 



ILLUSTRATED BY COLOR PHOTOGRAPHY. 



Vol. XVI. OCTOBER, 1904. No. 3 



A LAMENT FOR THE SUMMER. 



Moan, O ye Autumn Winds! 



Summer has fled, 

 The flowers have closed their tender leaves and died 



The lily's gracious head. 

 All low must lie, 



Because the gentle Summer now is dead. 



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Grieve, O ye Autumn Winds ! 



Summer lies low ; 

 The rose's trembling leaves will soon be shed, 



For she that loved her so, 

 Alas ! is dead, 



And one by one her loving children go. 



Wail, O ye Autumn Winds ! 



She lives no more 

 The gentle Summer, with her balmy breath, 



Still sweeter than before 

 When nearer death, 



And brighter every day the smile she wore! 



Mourn, mourn, O Autumn Winds ! 



Lament and mourn ; 

 How many half-blown buds must close and die, 



Hopes with the Summer born 

 All faded lie, 



And leave us desolate and Earth forlorn ! 



— Adelaide A. Proctor. 



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