AUTUMN UN THE GAIRBEN 



ESTERDAY a garden loving friend said to 

 me "The melancholy days are come, the 

 sadde^ of the year." Her surprise was 

 genuine and a bit amusing when I ventured 

 that in my opinion Bryant was wrong. 

 ^ And on thinking about it, I know I am not 

 astray for Coleridge bears me out, for in ^his 

 poem, "The Nightingale," he tells us "In Nature 

 there is nothing melancholy," and to^further 

 strengthen my case again^ Bryant, in an old 

 volume of Shakespeare I find Howe has written 



" How bravely Autumn paints upon 

 the sky 



The gorgeous fame of Summer which 

 has fled! " 



^ To-day, when a sudden 

 downpour sent me flying 



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