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- The elm lets fall its leaves before the frost,
The very oak grows shivering and sere,8 lines - Young laughters, and my music! Aye till now
The voice can reach no blending minors near;14 lines - The brook leaps riotous with its life just found,
That freshets from the mountain rains have fed,14 lines - 'Tis men who say that through all hurt and pain
The woman's love, wife's, mother's, still will hold,14 lines - 'Tis hard that the full summer of our round
Is but the turn where winter's sign-post's writ;14 lines - She has made me wayside posies: here they stand,
Bringing fresh memories of where they grew.14 lines
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