Autumn

~Mary Baker Eddy~

Quickly earth’s jewels disappear;

The turf, whereon I tread,

Ere autumn blanch another year,

May rest above my head.

Touched by the finger of decay

Is every earthly love;

For joy, to shun my weary way,

Is registered above.

The languid brooklets yield their sighs,

A requiem o’er the tomb

Of sunny days and cloudless skies,

Enhancing autumn’s gloom.

The wild winds mutter, howl, and moan,

To scare my woodland walk,

And frightened fancy flees, to roam

Where ghosts and goblins stalk.

The cricket’s sharp, discordant scream

Fills mortal sense with dread;

More sorrowful it scarce could seem;

It voices beauty fled.

Yet here, upon this faded sod, –

O happy hours and fleet, –

When songsters’ matin hymns to God

Are poured in strains so sweet,

My heart unbidden joins rehearse,

I hope it’s better made,

When mingling with the universe,

Beneath the maple’s shade.

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~ by admin on October 21, 2010.

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