J3LUE PeNTIAN —jToPE, 
“JSfHOU blossom bright with Autumn dew. 
And coloured with the heaven’s own blue. 
That openest when the quiet light 
Succeeds the keen and frosty night. 
Thou comest not when violets lean 
O’er wandering brooks and springs unseen. 
Or columbines, in purple dressed, 
Nod o’er the ground-bird’s hidden nest. y: 
Thou waitest late ana com’st alone, 
When woods are bare and birds are flown, \ 
And frosts and shortening days portend 
The aged year is near his end. 
Then doth thy sweet and quiet eye 
Took through its fringes to the sky, 
Blue — blue—as if that sky let fall 
A flower from its cerulean wall. 
I would that thus, when I shall see 
The hour of death draw near .to me, 
Hope, blossoming within my heart, 
May look to heaven as I depart. 
; 
IV. C. Bryant. 
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