The Fall Of The Leaf.

Earnest and sad the solemn tale
    That the sighing winds give back,
Scatt'ring the leaves with mournful wail
    O'er the forest's faded track;
Gay summer birds have left us now
    For a warmer, brighter clime,
Where no leaden sky or leafless bough
    Tell of change and winter-time.

Reapers have gathered golden store
    Of maize and ripened grain,
And they'll seek the lonely fields no more
    Till the springtide comes again.
But around the homestead's blazing hearth
    Will they find sweet rest from toil,
And many an hour of harmless mirth
    While the snow-storm piles the soil.

Then, why should we grieve for summer skies -
    For its shady trees - its flowers,
Or the thousand light and pleasant ties
    That endeared the sunny hours?
A few short months of snow and storm,
    Of winter's chilling reign,
And summer, with smiles and glances warm,
    Will gladden our earth again.

Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon

Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon was a Canadian poet and novelist known for her contributions to Canadian literature in the 19th century. She wrote several novels and numerous poems, often focusing on themes of love, identity, and cultural conflicts. Leprohon's work is notable for its exploration of Canadian identity and bilingual heritage as she wrote in both English and French.

Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon

The Bride Of A Year.

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The Blind Man Of Jericho.

Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon, Simple Poetry

Died January 26Th, 1864, The Hon. James B. Clay, Of Ashlands, Kentucky, Eldest Son Of The Illustrious Henry Clay.

Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon, Simple Poetry

To A Young Mother On The Birth Of Her First-Born Child.

Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon, Simple Poetry

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