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All over the earth like a mantle	A
Golden and green and grey	B
Crimson and scarlet and yellow	C
The Autumn foliage lay	B
The sun of the Indian Summer	D
Laughed at the bare old trees	E
As they shook their leafless branches	F
In the soft October breeze	E
	-
Gorgeous was every hill side	G
And gorgeous every nook	H
And the dry old log was gorgeous	I
Spanning the little brook	H
Its holiday robes the forest	J
Had suddenly cast to earth	K
And as yet seemed scarce to miss them	L
In its plenitude of mirth	K
	-
I walked where the leaves the softest	J
The brightest and goldenest lay	B
And I thought of a forest hill side	G
And an Indian Summer day	B
Of an eager little child face	M
O'er the fallen leaves that bent	N
As she gathered her cup of beech nuts	O
With innocent content	N
	-
I thought of the small brown fingers	P
Gleaning them one by one	Q
With the partridge drumming near her	D
In the forest bare and dun	Q
And the jet black squirrel winking	R
His saucy jealous eye	S
At those tiny pilfering fingers	P
From his sly nook up on high	S
	-
Ah barefooted little maiden	Q
With thy bonnetless sun burnt brow	T
Thou glean'st no more on the hill side	G
Where art thou gleaning now	T
I knew by the lifted glances	U
Of thy dark imperious eye	S
That the tall trees bending o'er thee	V
Would not shelter thee by and by	S
	-
The cottage by the brookside	G
With its mossy roof is gone	W
The cattle have left the uplands	X
The young lambs left the lawn	W
Gone are thy blue eyed sister	D
And thy brother's laughing brow	T
And the beech nuts He ungathered	G
On the lonely hill side now	T
	-
What have the returning seasons	Y
Brought to thy heart since then	Z
In thy long and weary wand'rings	A2
In the paths of busy men	Z
Has the Angel of grief or of gladness	A2
Set his seal upon thy brow	T
Maiden joyous or tearful	A
Where art thou gleaning now	T

Pamela S. Vining, (j. C. Yule)

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