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Oh, the cool September mornin's! now they're with us once agin, / With the grasses wet and shinin', and the air so clear and thin, / When the cheery face of Natur' seems ter want ter let yer know / That she's done with lazy summer and is brimmin' full of "go"; / When yer hear the cattle callin' and the hens a-singin' out, / And the pigeons happy cooin' as they flutter 'round about, / And there's snap and fire and sparkle in the way a feller feels, / Till he fairly wants ter holler and ter jump and crack his heels.
There's a ringin', singin' gladness in the tunes the blackbirds pipe / When they're tellin' from the pear-tree that the Bartletts's nigh ter ripe; / There's a kind of jolly fatness where the Baldwin apples shine, / And the juicy Concord clusters are a-purplin' on the vine; / And the cornstalks, turnin' yaller and a-crinklin' up their leaves, / Look as if they kind er hankered ter be bundled inter sheaves; / And there's beamin', streamin' brightness jest a-gildin' all the place, / And yer somehow seem ter feel it in yer heart and in yer face.