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features poetry, songs and rhymes from a number of sources.

“This mighty oak by whose immovable stem I stand and seem
Almost annihilated—not a prince
In all the grand old world beyond the deep,
E’er wore his crown as loftily as he
Wears the green coronal of leaves
with which - . . . Thy hand has graced him.’  ~ Bryant

There are stupendous questions even in leaves, questions yet unanswered in opening buds, questions
that glisten in the air on plumy seeds, riddles in rainbow colours imprisoned in a petal, and an endless
catechism hangs on many a fragile stem.
~Gibson Highways.

The monarch oak, the patriarch of trees,
Shoots rising up, and spreads by slow degrees;
Three centuries he grows, and three he stays
Supreme In state, and In three more decays.”

“October is the month of painted leaves.
Their rich glow now flashes round the world.
As fruit and leaves, and the day itself acquire a bright tint just before they fall,
so the year near its setting.
October is its sunset sky.
November the later twilight.”                 ~ Thoreau

“I’ll tell you how the leaves came down,”
The great tree to his children said;
“You’re getting sleepy, Yellow and Brown.
Yes, very sleepy, little Red;
It is quite time to go to bed.”
“Ab “ begged each silly, pouting leaf,
Let us a little longer stay?
Dear Father Tree, behold our grief;
‘Tis such a very pleasant day
We do not want to go away.”
So, for just one more merry day.
To the great tree the leaflets clung,
Frolicked and danced, and had their way
Upon the autumn breezes swung,
Whispering all their sports among,—
“Perhaps the great tree will forget,
And let us stay until the spring,
If we all beg and coax and fret.”
But the great tree did no such thing;
He smiled to hear their whispering.
“Come, children, all to bed,” he cried.
And ere the leaves could urge their prayer,
He shook his head, and far and wide,
Fluttering and rustling everywhere,
Down sped the leaflets through the air.
I saw them; on the ground they lay,
Golden and red, a huddled swarm,
Waiting till one from far away,
White bedclothes heaped upon her arm,
Should come and wrap them safe and warm.

“A great tree fell in the forest,
With a crashing, thunderous sound,
Slowly and terribly stretching
His ponderous length on the ground,
And lay at the feet of his brothers
Mangled and dead,
Just as a mighty giant
Would pillow his head.

October gave a party; the leaves by hundreds came,
The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples, and leaves of every name.
The Chestnuts came in yeIIow, the Oaks in crimson dressed,
The lovely Misses Maple, in scarlet looked their best.

I wonder if oak and maple.
Willow and elm and all.
Are stirred at heart by the coming
Of the day their leaves must fall.
Do they think of the yellow whirlwind,
Or know of the crimson spray
That shall be when chill November
Bears all their leaves away?
Perhaps—beside the water
The willow bends, serene
As when her young leaves glistened
In a mist of golden green;
But the brave old oak is flushing
To a wine-red, dark and deep,
And maple and elm are blushing
The blush of a child asleep.
“If die we must,” the leaflets
Seem one by one to say;
“We will wear the colours of gladness
Until we pass away,
No eyes shall see us falter;
And, before we lay it down,
We’ll wear, in the sight of all the earth The year’s most kingly crown.”
So, trees of the stately forest,
And trees by the trodden way,
You are kindling into glory
This soft autumnal day.
And we who gaze remember
That more than all they lost,
To hearts and trees together,
May come through the ripening frost.

0 suns and skies and clouds of June
And flowers of June together,
Ye cannot rival for one hour
October’s bright blue weather.
When loud the bumble-bee makes haste,
Belated, thriftless vagrant,
And golden-rod is dying fast,
And lanes with grapes are fragrant;
When gentians roll their fringes tight
To save them from the morning,
And chestnuts fall from satin burrs,
Without a sound of warning;
When on the ground red apples lie,
In piles like jewels shining,
And redder still, on old stone walls,
Are leaves of woodbine twining;
When all the lovely wayside things
Their white-winged seeds are sowing,
And in the fields, still green and fair,
Late aftermaths are growing;
When springs run low and on the brooks,
In idle golden freighting,
Bright leaves sink noiseless in the hush
Of woods for winter waiting.
0 suns and skies and flowers of June,
Count all your boasts together,
Love loveth best of all the year,
October’s bright blue weather.

A fairy brush he must have used;
And colour he has not abused;
The tints and tones are blended right—
The tracery is all in white?
The morning sun comes peeping through.
With glist’ning gleams of pink and blue,
To view the picture Jack has made
With glittering jewels all inlaid.

The Sun and Jack
The Sun and Jack are mortal foes;
One treads upon the other’s toes.
The hills and valleys melt, and run—
And poor Jack’s work is all undone!  ~Mary Redmond
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