'Tober, ripe and mellow,
Well-met, jovial fellow!
Though your leaves turn yellow,
Brown us old Othello,—
And your tempest bellow,
Like some deep-toned 'cello,
We their fury quell, oh,
And your harvest smell, oh.
Though your squirrel hello,
As he cracks yon shell, oh,—
Squeak like Punchinello,—
And your sighs up-swell, oh,
Like some lost Costello,
You must ever tell, oh,
Of a goodly spell, oh,
Hidden in your cell, oh.
Poems
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From the October 1888 issue of The Christian Science Journal
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