Autumn— the Miner
Old Autumn Baw his stores of gold Increasing as tbe day* went by ; They flatnea in many a forest old, An '* ldorado' to the eye 1 Then to Trim s»lf the miser Bpake : 'So treasures are bo rast as mine - In every hollow, every brake, Iwe my glittering riches shine 1' An alchemist of wondrous power Is autumn : when he gently lays HlB finger on each fairy bower The green are turned to golden spray?. 'A fig ' quoth he, for fickle spring, For winter grim, or summer gay; I have the trappings of a king Aftd I alone should rule for aye I' Bnt we. 1 might autumn stand aghast Wien demon blaats in wild uproar Hie treasures to tbe heavens cast. Or flashed tnem down the woodland floor. Dives a nraper has become, In shattered palace dank and bare; He broodeth now despoiled and dumb, While icy winter holds the air. F. B. Dovbtok
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Southland Times, Issue 11671, 27 February 1891, Page 4
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158Autumn—the Miner Southland Times, Issue 11671, 27 February 1891, Page 4
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