. Early lessons .. . when the stormsOf the wild equinox, with all its wet,Has left the land, as the first deluge left it,With a bright bow of many colors hungUpon the forest tops â he had not moon stays longest for the hunter nowThe trees cast down their fruitage, and the blitheAnd busy squirrel hoards his winter store jWhile man enjoys the breeze that sweeps alongThe bright blue sky above him, and that bendsMagnificently all the forests pride,Or whispers through the evergreens, and asks, What is there saddning in the autumn leaves ? ALL THAT S BRIGHT MUST FADE. I ?VE seen in bloomi
. Early lessons .. . when the stormsOf the wild equinox, with all its wet,Has left the land, as the first deluge left it,With a bright bow of many colors hungUpon the forest tops â he had not moon stays longest for the hunter nowThe trees cast down their fruitage, and the blitheAnd busy squirrel hoards his winter store jWhile man enjoys the breeze that sweeps alongThe bright blue sky above him, and that bendsMagnificently all the forests pride,Or whispers through the evergreens, and asks, What is there saddning in the autumn leaves ? ALL THAT S BRIGHT MUST FADE. I ?VE seen in blooming loveliness, The youthful maidens angel form 31 ve seen in towering stateliness, The hero; breasting battles storm jThe cankerworm of hopelessness Has blighted all her bloom 3Wars iron bolt, in ruthlessness, Has sped him to the tomb;Thus ever fades earths loveliest, Thus dies the brightest and the count not maidens loveliness, Nur heros towering THE OLD BULFINCH AND YOUNG BIRDS. A IT chanced, that on a winters day,But warm and bright, and calm as May,The birds, conceiving a designTo forestal sweet St Valentine,In many an orchard, copse and grove,Assembled on affairs of love jAnd with much twitter and much chatter,,Began to agitate the matter. At length a Bulfinch, who could boastMore years and wisdom than the , opening wide his moments liberty to speak ; 234 OLD BULFINCH AND YOUNG BIRDS. f And silence publicly enjoind,Deliverd briefly thus his mind 5 â¢â¢ My friends, be cautious how you treatThe subject upon which we meet 3I fear we shall have winter yet. A Finch) whose tongue knew no golden wing and satin poll ;A last years bird who neer had triedWhat marriage meant, thus pert replied : Methinks the gentleman/ quoth she, Opposite, in the apple tree,By his good will would keep us single,Till yonder heaven and earth should mingle 3Or (which is likelier to befal)Till death exterminate us marry without
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