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AUTUMN.
Borne on the winds the leaves descend,
Depriv'd of beauty, to the ground,
For yellow autumn with her wand
Has tinted ev'ry tree around.
Depriv'd of beauty, to the ground,
For yellow autumn with her wand
Has tinted ev'ry tree around.
See, yonder is the blighted rose,
Bereft of all its glowing hue,
And there the simple Jasmin stands,
Stript of its fragrant blossoms too.
Bereft of all its glowing hue,
And there the simple Jasmin stands,
Stript of its fragrant blossoms too.
