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The early days of Autumn now are here;

The woods are clothed in colors wondrous fair;

We hail thee lovliest month of all the year,

And mark thy changing beauty everywhere.

Our hearts are filled with sadness while we gaze

On scenes that speak of passing and decay;

The morning mists, the mellow noontide haze,

The naked trees that boist'rous breezes sway.

And we from nature would this lesson learn,

Which clothes in garments worthy Prince or King,

Bravely the end to meet, all fear to spurn,

Robbing the grave of victory, death of sting.