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George Meredith - Song--Autumn
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When nuts behind the hazel-leaf 
Are brown as the squirrel that hunts them free, 
And the fields are rich with the sun-burnt sheaf, 
`Mid the blue cornflower and the yellowing tree; 
And the farmer glows and beams in his glee; 

O then is the season to wed thee a bride! 
Ere the garners are filled and the ale-cups foam; 
For a smiling hostess is the pride 
And flower of every Harvest Home.
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