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Autumn.

AUTUMN .

THE mellow tints of Autumn fell Across the heath and bosky dell ; The withered leaf there lightly lay , Seared and bescorched by solar ray . No gentle note of nightingale

Resounded through the hill or dale , A dead deep calm was felt around , The little nests gave out no sound . The air has lost its sweet perfume , The fresh'ning breeze that bids us bloom ;

The fragrant rose and lily pure Were each too fragile to endure . The harvest song of thankful praise With gladsome voice we loudly raise : What greater theme ?— " Our Father ' s care "—

The gathered crops—for us to share ! The muffled sound of passing-bell Rings in the ear with solemn knell : A happier chime is heard again To cheer us in this world of pain .

We watch each warning shade of doom , Each hour we count till winter ' s gloom : Each spot we mark to memory dear , Each sigh we ' ve breath'd now claims a teav !

The golden sun now sets in red , The light and shadow both have fled : Dark clouds enwrap that lovely sky , Like death they shew our destiny ! Ah yes ! to me these thoughts are grief

, In vain may Autumn bring relief —• A heart once torn by Winter ' s blast Can hope no more—its " Summer ' s " past !

November , 1880 . L . S .

“The Masonic Magazine: 1881-04-01, Page 13” Masonic Periodicals Online, Library and Museum of Freemasonry, 16 May 2025, django:8000/periodicals/mmg/issues/mmg_01041881/page/13/.
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HISTORY OF THE AIREDALE LODGE, No. 387, Article 1
THE PRESENT POSITION OF MASONIC HISTORY AND CRITICISM. Article 6
CURIOUS LIST OF LODGES, A.D. 1736. Article 8
AUTUMN. Article 13
MYSTICISM. Article 14
WAS SHAKESPEARE A FREEMASON ? Article 15
A TWILIGHT SONG ON THE RIVER FOWEY. Article 19
A TALE OF VENICE IN 1781. Article 20
A NEW HISTORY OF FREEMASONRY. Article 21
OLD BOOKS. Article 24
SPRING. Article 29
CONISHEAD PRIORY. Article 30
LITERARY GOSSIP. Article 34
FAITH AND LOVE. Article 36
AFTER ALL. Article 36
NURSERY DECORATION AND HYGIENE. Article 41
BRO. THOMAS TOPHAM, THE STRONG MAN. Article 43
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Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.

Autumn.

AUTUMN .

THE mellow tints of Autumn fell Across the heath and bosky dell ; The withered leaf there lightly lay , Seared and bescorched by solar ray . No gentle note of nightingale

Resounded through the hill or dale , A dead deep calm was felt around , The little nests gave out no sound . The air has lost its sweet perfume , The fresh'ning breeze that bids us bloom ;

The fragrant rose and lily pure Were each too fragile to endure . The harvest song of thankful praise With gladsome voice we loudly raise : What greater theme ?— " Our Father ' s care "—

The gathered crops—for us to share ! The muffled sound of passing-bell Rings in the ear with solemn knell : A happier chime is heard again To cheer us in this world of pain .

We watch each warning shade of doom , Each hour we count till winter ' s gloom : Each spot we mark to memory dear , Each sigh we ' ve breath'd now claims a teav !

The golden sun now sets in red , The light and shadow both have fled : Dark clouds enwrap that lovely sky , Like death they shew our destiny ! Ah yes ! to me these thoughts are grief

, In vain may Autumn bring relief —• A heart once torn by Winter ' s blast Can hope no more—its " Summer ' s " past !

November , 1880 . L . S .

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