AN AUTUMN THOUGHT.
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Rise up again like shadows from the tomb,
To find the measure of their full completeness
Blazoned on vale and height,
Beneath October's light.
To find the measure of their full completeness
Blazoned on vale and height,
Beneath October's light.
A mystic peace is brooding in the air,
A subtle charm the quiet valley folding,
And memory walks beside me, everywhere,
Like some fair Fate my inmost fancies holding,
To fill with peace divine
This longing heart of mine.
A subtle charm the quiet valley folding,
And memory walks beside me, everywhere,
Like some fair Fate my inmost fancies holding,
To fill with peace divine
This longing heart of mine.
I sit and muse, not darkly and apart,
The lesson of its bloom and brightness robbing,
But where each pulse of mother Nature's heart
Sets all my blood in joyous measure throbbing,
Amid the ripened sheaves
And glowing Autumn leaves;
The lesson of its bloom and brightness robbing,
But where each pulse of mother Nature's heart
Sets all my blood in joyous measure throbbing,
Amid the ripened sheaves
And glowing Autumn leaves;
And think that thus in solemn splendor dressed,
As one by one the ties of earth do sever,
As one by one the ties of earth do sever,
