By: Ardis E. Parshall - October 05, 2011 . October Come while you may!The woods are gayWith Autumn’s glories glowing;And through the grovesThe pheasant roves,Where tangled brakes are growing. Come while you may!With trilling layThe woodland thrush will cheer you;And you may hear,Low, sweet and clear,The brooklet’s murmur near you. Come while you may!This sunny dayMay end the scene of gladness,Rude winds may tearThe branches bar...
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