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November 15th, 1888.
September came and with it frost / The season's pasture it seemed lost, / And the wondrous yield of corn / Of its green beauty it was shorn.
Frost it came like early robber, / But gentle rains came in October, / Which were absorbed by grateful soil;
With green once more the pastures smile.
And cows again are happy seen / Enjoying of the pastures green, / And flow of milk again they yield / From the sweet feed of grassy field.
And we have now a fine November, / Warmer far than in September;
The apple, which is queen of fruits, / Was a good crop and so is roots.
The rains they did replenish springs, / And it gratitude to each heart brings, / When we reflect on bounteous season, / For grateful feelings all have reason.