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But only love, your debts to pay,
AGAIN with dear autumnal gifts, 0 How Nature's loveliness arrays, For our Memorial happiness,
Her sweetest hymns of praise !
As rainbows chased upon the sky,
As birds of Paradise on wings, The setting sun through distant clouds
A crimson glory Alings.
Yon mountain range of firs and pines O'erhangs a vale of maple bowers, — Cliffs of dark verdure over seas
Of variegated flowers.
The quiet evening air reveals
Transfigured every hour.
The shadows sweeping through the woods,
And luminously bright;
By turns revealed and indistinct,
Of gems in ruby cup.
On such a vision of delight,
How simple those designs.
Was needed nothing but the sun,
An Eden might be made.
And such the rosy power of Love,
A light divinely fair.
But no mere transitory gleam,
Until the morn arise.
Love's morn outlasts the heavens; its light,
And rules without control.
Bright effluence of eternal light,
Nor varying, nor decay!
Creative Word of power divine,
Transfigures and inspires !
Such is our mansion in the skies,
Past, present, and to come.
L OW sweet the autumn sunset falls
1 Upon another year, Where God's incessant mercy shines
In all our past career!
The leaves a golden light reflect
Upon the evening sky,
That were not born to die.
For God hath woven in the web
Of life love's mystic scene, And, oh, how bright in each day's light
His mercies intervene !
Nay, all is mercy, all is love;
In darkest nights between,
Nothing but love is seen.