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QUATRAINS: UNHAPPINESS by CHARLES HANSON TOWNE

First Line: HIGH ON THE HILLS THE MISER, AUTUMN, SITS
Last Line: IN EVERY WIND THAT SWEEPS ACROSS THE WOLD.
Subject(s): AUTUMN; SEASONS; FALL;
HIGH on the hills the miser, Autumn, sits,
Hoarding his wondrous wealth of treasured gold;
Yet in the night I hear his grieving voice
In every wind that sweeps across the wold.



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