Poem by John Bannister Tabb

Indian Summer

NO more the battle or the chase
   The phantom tribes pursue,
But each in its accustomed place
   The Autumn hails anew:
And still from solemn councils set
   On every hill and plain,
The smoke of many a calumet*
   Ascends to heaven again.

* [Amer. indian peace pipe]

1. The Bee and the Blossoms
2. Doctor Tumble-Bug
3. Seed-Time
4. An Interview
5. The New-Year Babe

Katharine Tynan Indian Summer ("This is the sign!")

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