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Autumn Flowers.

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O crimson-tined flowers         That live when others die,     What thoughtless hand unloving         Could ever pass you by?     You are the last bright blossoms,         The summer's after-glow,     When all her early children         Have faded long ago.     Sweet golden-rod and xenia         And crimson marigold,     What dreams of autumn splendor         Your velvet leaves unfold.     Long, long ago the violets         Have closed their sweet blue eyes,     And lain with pale, dead faces         Beneath the summer skies.     And on their graves you blossom         With leaves of gold and red,     And yet--how soon forever         Your beauty will be fled.     The frost will come to kill you         The snows will wrap you round;     And you will sleep forgotten         Upon the frozen ground.     Your tints are like the beauty         The sunlight leaves behind,     And deep and full of sadness         The thoughts you bring to mind.     Dear memories of the summer!         Sweet tokens of the past!     You are the fairest flowers         Because you are the last.

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