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The Old Surprise

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Now what hath entered my loved woods, And touched tlieir greeu with sudden change 't What is thifi last of Nature'a mcods ï'hat makes the roadside iook so strango ? Wlio blanched my thistle's blushing face, And gave the winds her silrer hair? Set golden-rod within her place, And scattered asters everywhere ? Who splashed with red tlie sumaeh hedge,- ' The sassafras with purple stain ; Gave ivy-ieaves a ruby edge, And paiuted all their atenu again ? Lo ! the changereaches high and wide, Hath toned the sky to softer blue ; Hatli crept alüiig the river-side, And trod the valleys through and through ; Diaoolored every hazcl copse, And stricken alt the pasture lands ; Flung veils across the mountain topa, And bound their feet with yellow bnnds. Is, theii, September cume so soon ? Full timo doth summer ne'er abide ? While yot it seems but summer's noon, We'ra flonting down the autumn tide. - Atlantic Montlüy for Oclo'tir.


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Michigan Argus