the trees are hastening to shed their leaves
the season's pace seems to accellerate
the evergreen now so much darker grieves
the sun looks down on the gathered sheaves
now smiles now frowns seems to hesitate
the trees are hastening to shed their leaves
working men have all rolled down their sleeves
the clouds seem ready to precipitate
the evergreen now so much darker grieves
it does not matter what each one believes
the times upon our nerves cannot but grate
the trees are hastening to shed their leaves
no breeze nor lightning the forest cleaves
disaster for a change will come too late
the evergreen now so much darker grieves
the the silent one observes now and perceives
that in due time we'll be called fortunate
the trees are hastening to shed their leaves
the evergreen now so much darker grieves
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