) The Passage In the gray November twilight, When the frost has kissed the leave<;, And they fall like golden snowflakes Gently tossed upon the breeze; When the last sweet bird of summer Softly trills hi s farewell so ng, And a stillness, gray and weirdlike, Seems to hu sh the restless throngThen I feel a tender tapping On the windows of my heart, And a lovely voice from somewhe:'e Softly whispers, "Let's depart;" Then my sou l from out the shadows Like a prisone<1 sunbeam flies, And the pure white b"eath of heaven Gently wafts it past the sk ies. 2R F. M. K.
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