NeewollahNor the same Hallowe'en Enjoyed by our fathers and mothers. When they strolled up and down the beautiful streams In the crimsoning days of October In the days that have gone when we were young, With no thoughts of today or tomorrow, We rambled at, will O'er plain, valley and hill In the Hallowe'en day of October With pleasure we view Our Heaven and earth And the herbage God tinted nature; By frosts from the north And the winds from the south In the crimsoning days of October Each bramble and bush In silence is hushed, Each bud is now closed for old winter, At the return of spring All will open again To meet the lark, the bee and the robin. These are not the same days, Though they bear the same name as the days When we were children together It may be that angels Are culling them o'er While we christen Hallowe'en "NEEWOLLAH." The Plains Poems in Kansas
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