“Gather leaves and grasses,
Love, to-day;
For the Autumn passes
Soon away.
Chilling winds are blowing.
It will soon be snowing.”

—  John Henry Boner

Gather Leaves and Grasses, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

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