POETRY
... POBTRY. _ THE AUTUMN OF THE WORLD. The last wan petals leave the toee, The latest swallows preen for flight, The seummer's gone where no one knows, With dead men's love, and spent years' lght, And warm hearts buried out of eight, Red rosas are the orown of youth; Tbe warm light falls on lovers' lips; LauRb, then, and fondle, happy mouth, But yet, remember, sweet time slips, Death hurries on ...