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The sedges flaunt their harvest
In every meadow nook
And asters by the brookeside
Make asters in the brooke

From dewy lanes at morning
The grapes' sweet odors rise
At noon the roads all flutter
with yellow butterflies.

By all these lovely tokens
September days are here
With Summers best of weather
And Autumns best of cheer.

Mary Reading Nichols
Sect'y.