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Tbose few pnle autumn flowere tiiow beautiful they are ! Than nll that went before, Than all the suminer store How loveher fnr ! And wliy ? Tliey are the lst ! The iast ! the last ! the last ! Oh by that litlle word "How many ihoughti ire stirred, Thut sister of the past ! Pale flowers ! pale prrishing flowers! Ye're types of precious thinys, Types of tliuse botter moments Thut flit like life's eiijnymenis O:i nipid, rapjd vvings. XiB9t, houis ith parting dear ones, (Thut tiiTiH the fastest spends) Lnst tenrs ir) sil -nee sned, Last words h.ilf uttered. Last. 'üuks of dying friends. Wlio hut wnuld faígtl compresa A. lito into a day Tilo last ciay s)ent with ono, Who ere the morning aan. Must leave us and for aye. Ah! precious, precious moments, Pale flowers ye're type of thoss The saddest, sweotest, dearest, Becanse like them the nearest To an eternal close.