OCTOBER.
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Made by the ripened nuts, as, plump and brown,
They fall like drops of scattered April rain.
They fall like drops of scattered April rain.
The nights are full of grand displays of power;
The northern skies with spires of flame are set,
Auroral lights in grand disorder tower,
Shaming old Rome with dome and minaret!
The northern skies with spires of flame are set,
Auroral lights in grand disorder tower,
Shaming old Rome with dome and minaret!
O God! beneath the wonders of Thy hand
I sit in silence; lip and heart are dumb!
Earth, air, and ocean, all this wide-spread land,
Sprang to existence when Thou bad'st them Come!
I sit in silence; lip and heart are dumb!
Earth, air, and ocean, all this wide-spread land,
Sprang to existence when Thou bad'st them Come!
Looking up to the dim voids of the sky,
Where sails the moon, an island in the sea,
My soul is lost! words and emotions die!
Thought only dwells on Thine Infinity!
Where sails the moon, an island in the sea,
My soul is lost! words and emotions die!
Thought only dwells on Thine Infinity!
OCTOBER.
The yellow pen of Autumn gilds the green,
And writes a song of glory on the leaves;
The crimson maples raise their brilliant sheen,
And through the wood the southern balm-wind breathes.
And writes a song of glory on the leaves;
The crimson maples raise their brilliant sheen,
And through the wood the southern balm-wind breathes.
There are soft voices in the whispering trees;
Leaf unto leaf saying its sad farewell,—
Hearing afar the blighting brumal breeze
Along gray highlands lift its solemn swell.
Leaf unto leaf saying its sad farewell,—
Hearing afar the blighting brumal breeze
Along gray highlands lift its solemn swell.
