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BRUSHED BY THE MASTER'S HAND by PAUL FLOYD CORNISH

First Line: SOMEBODY'S COMING TO MY HOUSE
Last Line: AT THE CLOSE OF AN AUTUMN DAY.
Subject(s): AUTUMN; FROST; SEASONS; WINTER; FALL;
"Somebody's coming to my house,"
Whispered the flowers in the lane;
"Along the road where the wild gold flows
Jack Frost is coming again."
"Somebody's coming to my house,"
Cried the Sugar Maples so tall,
"He cannot be found, but he's hiding around,—
The fellow who paints us all."
"Somebody's coming to my house,"
The Robin sang in time,
As he packed his grip for a long, long trip
Away to a sunny clime;
"If it's frost and snow, I'd have you know,
I'll have none of it for mine."
"Somebody's coming to my house,
Somebody grand and tall,"
Laughed the Golden Rod as she tossed her head,
Down by the garden wall;
"He will bring me a gown of velvet brown
To wear at the Autumn Ball."
"Somebody's coming to my house,"
Buzzed the Bee as she stored her bread;
"I've no time now for playing,
My family must be fed
All through the days of snow and cold
In the long dark winter ahead."
"Somebody's coming to my house,"
Grandly the rows of corn
Stood guard with waving plumes aloft
Where the butterflies dance forlorn.
"There's a chill in the air you can feel everywhere
In the dew of the early morn."
"Somebody's coming to my house,"
The Red Squirrel frisked his tail
And hastened to gather his harvest again
In the woods by the side of the trail;
"My new fur coat will be needed soon,
I've never known it to fail."
"Somebody's coming to my house,"
Murmured the Brook in the vale,
Where the laughing spray sings all the long day,
As it dashes along the trail;
"I must hasten away, if I'd safely be
At rest tonight in the mother sea."
"Somebody's coming to my house;"
A man bowed his head of gray,
And slowly the Curfew bells rang out
At the close of an Autumn day.



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