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When the frosty kiss of Autumn in the dark / Makes its mark / On the flowers, and the misty morning grieves / Over fallen leaves; / Then my olden garden, where the golden soil / Through the toil / Of a hundred years is mellow, rich, and deep, / Whispers in its sleep.
'Mid the crumpled beds of marigold and phlox, / Where the box / Borders with its glossy green the ancient walks, / There's a voice that talks / Of the human hopes that bloomed and withered here / Year by year, -- / Dreams of joy, that brightened all the labouring hours, / Fading as the flowers.