Obama has secured the nomination. The hardest work is still to be done. Summer is fast fading and a new season approaches. Bliss Carman captured the mood of this marvelous change, a metaphor for the beauty and majesty of the change that Senator Obama embodies. We will follow that call for a new season and a fresh beginning.
THERE is something in the autumn that is native to my blood—
Touch of manner, hint of mood;
And my heart is like a rhyme,
With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.
The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry
Of bugles going by.
And my lonely spirit thrills
To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills.
There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir;
We must rise and follow her,
When from every hill of flame
She calls and calls each vagabond by name.
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