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EVERYTHING SPEAKS TO ME.
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Bright hues of autumn,
That smile at decay;
And, saint-like, seem glad
To be passing away.

Teachers so gentle,
Lessons so wise;
Who can resist them?
Who dare despise?
E'en sages in wisdom,
To Nature's book turn;
From insect and lily
Bid ignorance learn.

Song of the whip-poor-will;
Buzz of the bee;
Coo of the ring-dove,
Flower on the lea;
Bird, breeze, and blossom,
Stars gemming night's pall;
Everything speaks to me,
Voices have all.