Charles Hanson Towne (Чарльз Хэнсон Таун)

An Autumn Leaf

Upon my parchment, sadly old,
The record lives of Summer's gold;
And in my veins there lingers now
The joy of Spring's awakening bough.

So I, like many a human heart
Wherefrom life's shining days depart,
Keep valiently some remnant yet
Of dreams we never quite forget.

1. City Children
2. A Broken Friendship
3. I Drink the Fragrance of the Rose
4. Haunted
5. The Song of City Traffic

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