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Now come the rosy dogwoods, / The golden tulip-tree, / And the scarlet yellow maple, / To make a day for me.
The ash-trees on the ridges, / The alders in the swamp, / Put on their red and purple / To join the autumn pomp.
The woodbine hangs her crimson / Along the pasture wall, / And all the bannered sumacs / Have heard the frosty call.
Who then so dead to valor / As not to raise a cheer, / When all the woods are marching / In triumph of the year?