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12 Forgot the green of summer, The buds of early spring, And gave the latest comer My false heart's offering.

O painted autumn roses! O dying autumn leaves! Your beauty fades and closes, That gaudy hue deceives: Like clouds that gather golden Around the setting sun, Your glories are beholden Just ere the day is done.

Or, like th' electric flushes That fire Canadian skies, Your bright and changeful blushes In gold and crimson rise. But health has long departed From all that hectic glare;