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from American Agriculturalist, Vol. XLI-No. 10,
October 1882.
Autumn Reveries
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'Tis the golden time of all the year, the mellow
month, when the "nut brown maid," October,
bids the farmer gather in his bounteous store, and
gently trips along with dancing feet, casting her
shimmering veil of hazy blue o'er all the land,
thus adding a fresh and wondrous charm to every
smiling hill and vale. The sun shines upon the arid
meadows, now bereft of all their glory—there, with
a Crœsus finger turning the maples to purest
gold, and here, creeping through the interlacing
boughs to kiss a sweet-faced maiden-wrapt in an
autumn revery.
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