But only love, your debts to pay, Whose love consents to live on rhymes." A 1867. GAIN with dear autumnal gifts, For our Memorial happiness, Her sweetest hymns of praise! As rainbows chased upon the sky, Yon mountain range of firs and pines The quiet evening air reveals The shadows sweeping through the woods, The woods revisited with light, A soul-impermeated mass, And luminously bright; By turns revealed and indistinct, On such a vision of delight, Was needed nothing but the sun, And such the rosy power of Love, But no mere transitory gleam, Love's morn outlasts the heavens; its light, Sheds an eternal radiance there, Bright effluence of eternal light, Soul of our souls, the life that knows Creative Word of power divine, 'Tis God's own Paradise! His grace Transfigures and inspires! Such is our mansion in the skies, 1868. WOW sweet the autumn sunset falls How Upon another year, Where God's incessant mercy shines In all our past carcer! The leaves a golden light reflect Upon the evening sky, And all the trees with colors burn, For God hath woven in the web And, oh, how bright in each day's light Nay, all is mercy, all is love; Nothing but love is seen. |