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A YOUNG CHILD IN AUTUMN.

sucks the bee now?—Summer is flying, Leaves round the elm-tree faded are lying; Violets are gone from their grassy dell; With the cowslip cups, where the fairies dwell; The Rose from the garden hath passed away— Yet happy, fair Boy! is thy natal day.