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Source: The Avonlea Traditions Chronicle, Issue No. 29, Autumn 1999.

In the sun-warm valleys all sweet and low,
Shy, tender murmurs come and go
Among pale grasses: and far away
O'er the calm, blue rim of an upland still
And the peak of a far, light-smitten hill,
Wind-music drifts adown the day.

Perfect peace of a year fulfilled
Cometh now when the world is stilled
And, forgetting its turmoil of springtime days
And its later fever, takes its rest
In a golden completeness no storms molest
While the benediction of autumn stays.
~ L. M. Montgomery

First published in Farm Journal, October 1902

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