Buttercup Gold And Other Stories

<h2> A Fall Song </h2> <p>Golden and red trees<br/> Nod to the soft breeze,<br/> As it whispers, "Winter is near;"<br/> And the brown nuts fall<br/> At the wind's loud call,<br/> For this is the Fall of the year.<br/> <br/> Good-by, sweet flowers!<br/> Through bright Summer hours<br/> You have filled our hearts with cheer<br/> We shall miss you so,<br/> And yet you must go,<br/> For this is the Fall of the year.<br/> <br/> Now the days grow cold,<br/> As the year grows old,<br/> And the meadows are brown and sere;<br/> Brave robin redbreast<br/> Has gone from his nest,<br/> For this is the Fall of the year.<br/> <br/> I do softly pray<br/> At the close of day,<br/> That the little children, so dear,<br/> May as purely grow<br/> As the fleecy snow<br/> That follows the Fall of the year.<br/></p> <p><SPAN name="link2H_4_0016" id="link2H_4_0016"></SPAN></p> <br/> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />