Excerpt from 1880 Scrapbook Filled With Newspaper Clippings Relating to Farming, Taxation, Court Cases, Obituaries, Wedding Anniversaries, Home Sales, Fires, Smith Charities and Social News Blackened sentinels now stand, Blue-eyed asters brown and withered Catch the eye on every hand. By the brook-side in the hollow, Where the soft green mosses grow, Even here J ack Frost's cold fingers, Touch the tiny ferns below, Till they droop their sprays of beauty, J Scarcely finding strength to nod, As they curl their leaves together Sink to sleep upon the sod. Oh, it is not death we witness, Nature's sleep is not in vain, In the spring time, fresher, brighter, We shall see our flowers again. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.