People And Patriot

HOUSEHOLD.

SUMMER IS GOING.

Summer is fading: the broad leaves that grew
So freshly green when June was young and
falling;
And all the whisper haunted forest through,
The restless birds in saddened tones
are calling
From rustling hazel copse and dangled dell,
"Farewell, sweet summer,
Fragrant, fruity summer,
Sweet farewell!"

Upon the windy hill, in many a field,
The honey bees hum slow above the clover
Gleaning the latest sweets its bloom can yield,
And knowing that their harvest time is
over,
Sing half a lullaby and half a knell,
"Farewell, sweet summer,
Honey-laden summer,
Sweet farewell!!"

The little brook that bubbles 'mid the ferns
O'er twisted roots and sandy shallows playing,
Seems fain to linger in its eddied turns,
And with a plaintive, purring voice is saying,
Sadder and sweeter than my song can tell,
"Farewell, sweet summer.
Warm and dreamy summer,
Sweet farewell"

The
atful breeze sweeps
down
the winding
lane,
With gold and crimson leaves before it flying;
Its gusty laughter has no sigh of pain,
But in the lull it sinks in gentle sighing,
And mourns the summer's early broken spell,
"Farewell, sweet summer,
Rosy, blooming summer,
Sweet farewell!"

Be bird and
bee and brook and breeze make
moan,
With melancholy
song
their loss complaining;
I, too, must join them as I walk alone
Among the sights and sounds of
summer's
waning;
I, too. have loved the season passing well-
So, farewell, summer,
Fair but faded summer,
Sweet farewell!
—George Arnold.