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y gate. If sleeping, wake; if feasting, rise before I turn away; it is the hour of fate, And they who follow me reach every state Mortals desire, and conquer every foe Save death; but those who doubt or hesitate, Condemned to failure, penury, and woe, Seek me in vain and uselessly implore; I answer not, and I return no more. The date of first appearance of this sonnet is not known to the editors. It is extracted here from Professor A.L. Perry's _Williamstown and Williams College_, (1899), and of it Dr. Perry remarks "Ingalls also wrote a notable sonnet on 'Opportunity,' which will no doubt survive, for it has a fine form and considerable literary merit, though godless in every line." AUTUMN JAMES A. GARFIELD '56[1] Old Autumn thou art here! upon the Earth And in the heavens, the signs of death are hung; For o'er the Earth's brown breast stalks pale decay, And 'mong the lowering clouds the wild winds wail, And, sighing sadly, chant the solemn dirge O'er summer's fairest flowers, all faded now. The Winter god, descending from the skies, Has reached the mountain tops, and decked their brows With glittering frosty crowns, and breathed his breath Among the trumpet pines, that herald forth His coming. Before the driving blast The mountain oak bows down his hoary head, And flings his withered locks to the rough gales That fiercely roar among the branches bare, Uplifted to the dark unpitying heavens. The skies have put their mourning garments on And hung their funeral drapery on the clouds. Dead Nature soon will wear her shroud of snow And lie entombed in Winter's icy grave. Thus passes life. As hoary age comes on The joys of youth--bright beauties of the spring, Grow dim and faded, and the long dark night Of Death's chill Winter comes. But as the spring Rebuilds the ruined wrecks of Winter's waste, And cheers the gloomy earth with joyous light, So o'er the tomb, the Star of Hope shall rise, And usher in an ever during day. _Quarterly_, 1854. [Footnote 1: Died 1881.] IN THE FOREST ANON. We lie beneath the forest shade Whose sunny tremors dapple us; She is a proud-eyed Grecian maid And I am Sardanapalus; A king uncrowned whose sole allegiance Resides in dusky forest regions. How cool and liquid seems the sky; How blue and still the distance is! White fleets of clo
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