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AN AUTUMN LEAF by CHARLES HANSON TOWNE

First Line: UPON MY PARCHMENT, SADLY OLD
Last Line: OF DREAMS WE NEVER QUITE FORGET.
Subject(s): DREAMS; LEAVES; NIGHTMARES;
UPON my parchment, sadly old,
The record lives of Summer's gold;
And in my veins there lingers now
The joy of Spring's awakening bough.

So I, like many a human heart
Wherefrom Life's shining days depart,
Keep valiantly some remnant yet
Of dreams we never quite forget.



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