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Glow in thy light, and life and comfort find.
So shalt thou bless thy kind, and all shall gaze
Admiring, and like Parsees worship thee!

  As in late autumn, when the frosty earth
With withered leaves is strown, the forests bare,
And many a signal tells drear winter nigh,
Comes Indian Summer with her gentle reign
And charms which, tempered by the golden haze,
Half veil and half transfigure Nature's face
That with pale, pensive beauty still delights,
As peacefully go by the tranquil days;
So while age ripens, and when whitened locks
And the dimmed eye and faltering step forewarn
That not now distant lies the vale of shades
Earth's darkness parting from eternal day,
Full oft there comes a season all serene,
Whose sunshine mellowed falls, whose airs are mild
As softest breath of May, whose tempests sleep,
Whose peace is like the Sabbath stillness, when
A hushed world waits and worships. 'Tis as if