Poem by Charles Hanson Towne

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. The Little Home Paper
2. Traffic
3. A Broken Friendship
4. Waiting
5. A Sunset

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