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Thames Star, Volume XIII, Issue 4296, 7 October 1882, Page 1

Select Poetry.

■ THE GOLDEN FLOWEE (CHRYSANTHEMUM.)

By OnyEn Wbndeil Holmes. Ere Advent dawns with lessening days,

While earth awaits the angels' hymn, When bare as branching coral sways In whistling winds each leafless limb, When Spring is but a spendthrift's dream, And Summer's wealth a wasted dower Nor dews nor sunshine may redeem, , >Then Autumn coins hia Golden Flower.

Soft was tho violet vernal hue, --\ '■ Fresh was the roses morning red, Fnll robed and stately dahilia grew — All gone; Their short lived beauty ahed! The Bhadows lengthening stretch at noon, The fields are stripped the groves are dumb, The frost flowers greet the icy mooii-r-Still blooms tho bright Chrysanthemum.

The stiffening turf is white with snow; Undimmed its radient discs are seen, Where soon the hallowed green will show The wreath and cross of Christmas green, As if in Autumn's dying days It heard the heavenly song afar And opened all its living rays, The herald-lamp of Bethlehem's star.

Orphan of Summer, kindly sent s To cheer the waning year's decline, Of all that pitying heaven has lentj No fairer pledge of hope than thine: Yes! June lies Md beneath the snow And Winter's unborn heir shall claim In every seed that sleeps below A spark that kindles into flame. r

Thy smile the scowling storm-cloud braves, Last of the bright-robed flowery train, Soft sighing o'er their garden-graves " Farewell!. farewell! we meet again;" So may life's chill November bring Hope's golden flower, the last of all Before we hear the angels sing Where blossoms never fade and fall.