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The leaves are turning red and gold;

The birds are swarming for their flight;

The year has suddenly grown old;

A chill falls with the fading light.

The sun has lost his former strength,

No longer woos with ardent glow;

Each morn with tardier step he comes,

Each night makes greater haste to go.

To youth and age a message bring

Of ripened corn and falling leaves;

The verdant blade of early Spring

The reaper binds in golden sheaves.

A vague fear haunts us as we peer

Through mists across the rim of time.

The close of life—the passing year—

Each holds a mystery sublime.

Through death completer life will spring,

For life abides from year to year;

Though this year's bloom must disappear,

A richer, fuller blossoming

Is pledged in death—some time—some where.