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came on, with an eye severe, And his stormy language was hoarse to hear; And the glittering garland of brown and red, Which he wreathed for a while round the forest's head, With a sudden anger he rent away, And all was cheerless, and bare, and gray.

Then the houseless grasshopper told his woes, And the humming-bird sent forth a wail for the rose, And the spider, that weaver of cunning so deep, Roll'd himself up in a ball to sleep; And the cricket his merry horn laid by On the shelf, with the pipe of the dragon-fly.

Soon the birds were heard, at the morning prime, Consulting of flight to a warmer clime. "Let us go! let us go!" said the bright-wing'd jay; And his gay spouse sang from a rocking spray, "I am tired to death of this hum-drum tree, I'll go, if 'tis only the world to see."

"Will you go?" asked the robin, "my only love?" And a tender strain from the leafless grove Responded, "Wherever your lot is cast, Mid summer skies or the northern blast, I am still at your side your heart to cheer, Though dear is our nest in the thicket here."