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richard mitchley - october by george arnold كلمات أغنية

on hill and field october’s glories fade;
o’er hill and field the blackbirds southward fly;
the brown leaves rustle down tbe forest glade
where naked branches make a fitful shade
and the last blooms of autumn withered lie

the berries on the hedgerow ripen well—
holly and cedar, burniug_bush and brier;
the partridge drums in some half_hidden dell
where all the ground is gеmmed with leaves that fеll
last storm from the tall maple’s crown of fire

the chirp of crickets and the hum of bees
come faintly up from marsh and meadow_land
where reeds and rushes whisper in the breeze
and sunbeams slant between the moss_grown trees
green on the grass and golden on the sand

from many a tree whose tangled boughs are hare
lean the rich cl_sters of the clambering vine:

october’s mellow hazes dim the air
along the uplands and the valley, where
the distant steeples of the village shine

adown the brook the dead leaves whirling go;
above the brook the scarlet sumacs^ burn;
the lonely heron sounds his note of woe
in gloomy forest_swamps, where rankly grow
the crimson cardinal and feathery fern
autumn is sad: a cold blue horizon
darkly encircles checkered fields and farms
where late the gold of ripening harvests shone;
but bearded grain and fragrant hay are gone
and autumn mourns the loss of summer’s charms

yet, though our summers change and pass away—
though dies the beauty of the hill and plain—
though warmth and color fade with every day—
hope passes not, and something seems to say
that all our hrightest joys shall come again

and if the flowers we nurture with such care
must wither, though bedewed with many tears

they shall arise in some diviner air
to bloom again, more fragrant and more fair
and gladden us through all the coming years

the sun sinks slowly toward the far_off west
the breeze is freshening from the far_off shore:
so come, fair eve, and bring each weary breast
that sense of tranquil joy, of gentle rest
felt in the happy autumns gone before!

- richard mitchley

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