& yellow is the wood land bough
& every leaf of bush & weed
Is tipt wi autumns pencil now
& I do love the varied hue
& I do love the browning plain
& I do love each scene to view
Thats markd wi beauties of her reign
The wood bine trees red berries bare
That clustering hang upon the bower
While fondly lingering here & there
Peeps out a dwindling sickly flower
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