A something in the air celestially soft.
From hamlet roofs blue spires of smoke once more,
As dies the day in mist along the dale,
And widowed evening weeps behind her veil,
From log-replenished ingle heavenward soar,
And lamps are early lit, and early latched the door.
—Alfred Austin.
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| FROM COL. F. M. WOODRUFF. A. W. MUMFORD, PUBLISHER, CHICAGO. 286 | CHIPMUNK. Life-size. | COPYRIGHT 1899, BY NATURE STUDY PUB. CO., CHICAGO. |
