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AUTUMN.

AUTUMN.

He

Low winds to beech and oak did call,

And yearly tribute to the Fall.

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And you may hear the branches cast

'Tis here an acorn, there a mast.

At intervals, with bated breath,

Drop to the quiet home of death.

JUSTISSIMA TELLUS.

JUSTISSIMA TELLUS.

Dear

Since all who heed thy liberal law,

A full and punctual interest draw.

Which, in the ripeness of the years,

When nought of thee but dust appears.

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