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Falling, Fallen, Leaves.
In vain kind nature seems unwilling To pass us with all of autumn ' s grace ; But wood , and vale , and hills are filling With duller tints which melt apace . The bri ghtness of the golden grain , And all the glory autumn yields , Are past with autumn ; once again We look on bare and silent fields .
Around us , too , on every side Where all was lately purple-green , 'Mid kindl y woods and leaf y pride A magic change is seen ; A few short hours no more appear The charms we latel y found , Autumn ' s brown tints no more are here , But " sere leaves " strew the ground .
And now the landscape seems to tell Of gloomy hours and coming- storms ; The trees are bare , a darker spell Nature itself deforms . Summer is sped , and autumn ' s fled , E ' en ivinter ' s signs draw near ; The leaves
are falling , fall ' n , dead , Which glorified the year . How like to Life is Nature still In all her scenes and ways , In parting good and coming ill , In swiftly passing days
; How still the golden hours fade As the seasons come and go , How all our hands and hearts have made Is mortal here below .
Spring ' s hopes ancl summer ' s brightness , And autumn ' s graces each in turn , Our scenes of grief and tones of li ghtness , The dreams which touch , the thoughts which burn , Our troubles , cares , our joys and pleasures-Affection ' s tenderness aud trust , Soft memories and fancy ' s treasures End but in ashes and in dust .
Ancl all iye counted choicest , dearest , The friends we lov'd so long and well , The joys which filled our hearts the nearest , Nearer may be than tongue can tell ; Youth ' s glowing dreams and hours of gladness , And manhood ' s trust matur'd sublime , All must ive '
g way to age and sadness , — All must depart with d ying time . All , all is doomed to weakness ever While " sojourners " we linger here , Each loyal lvord and fond endeavour , And hopes we count both true and dear .
Nothing outlives the passing hour ; The years which vanish , months which flee , Alike attest Time ' s soverei gn power ; Thank God Time ' s not Eternity ! ' o
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Falling, Fallen, Leaves.
In vain kind nature seems unwilling To pass us with all of autumn ' s grace ; But wood , and vale , and hills are filling With duller tints which melt apace . The bri ghtness of the golden grain , And all the glory autumn yields , Are past with autumn ; once again We look on bare and silent fields .
Around us , too , on every side Where all was lately purple-green , 'Mid kindl y woods and leaf y pride A magic change is seen ; A few short hours no more appear The charms we latel y found , Autumn ' s brown tints no more are here , But " sere leaves " strew the ground .
And now the landscape seems to tell Of gloomy hours and coming- storms ; The trees are bare , a darker spell Nature itself deforms . Summer is sped , and autumn ' s fled , E ' en ivinter ' s signs draw near ; The leaves
are falling , fall ' n , dead , Which glorified the year . How like to Life is Nature still In all her scenes and ways , In parting good and coming ill , In swiftly passing days
; How still the golden hours fade As the seasons come and go , How all our hands and hearts have made Is mortal here below .
Spring ' s hopes ancl summer ' s brightness , And autumn ' s graces each in turn , Our scenes of grief and tones of li ghtness , The dreams which touch , the thoughts which burn , Our troubles , cares , our joys and pleasures-Affection ' s tenderness aud trust , Soft memories and fancy ' s treasures End but in ashes and in dust .
Ancl all iye counted choicest , dearest , The friends we lov'd so long and well , The joys which filled our hearts the nearest , Nearer may be than tongue can tell ; Youth ' s glowing dreams and hours of gladness , And manhood ' s trust matur'd sublime , All must ive '
g way to age and sadness , — All must depart with d ying time . All , all is doomed to weakness ever While " sojourners " we linger here , Each loyal lvord and fond endeavour , And hopes we count both true and dear .
Nothing outlives the passing hour ; The years which vanish , months which flee , Alike attest Time ' s soverei gn power ; Thank God Time ' s not Eternity ! ' o