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All, all was bright !-at times like this
The earth laughed into flower : the sky
These youthful days are past and gone;
I grow young with the young year then ;
and bloom See types of those beyond the tomb.
0! spring-time now will soon be here, The spring of Heaven's millennial year; When God again o'er nature's night, Shall say, “Be light," and there is light.
O Thou that into glorious birth
Rise, Sun of Glory! rise, and shine
0, while I seem to catch the sound
Spring-tide of grace, thy course begin; Chase the dark reign of sense and sin ; From light to light advance and shine, Till heaven's eternal spring is mine!
The autumn wind is moaning low the requiem
of the year;
The days are growing short again, the fields
forlorn and sere; The sunny sky is waxing dim, and chill the
hazy air ; And tossing trees before the breeze are turning
brown and bare.
All nature and her children now prepare for
rougher days: The squirrel makes his winter bed, and hazel
hoard purveys ;
The sunny swallow spreads his wing to seek a
brighter sky; And boding owl, with nightly howl, says cloud
and storm are nigh.
No more 'tis sweet to walk abroad among the
evening dews : The flowers are fled from every path, with all
their scents and hues :
The joyous bird no more is heard, save where his
The robin drops, as meek he hops the withered
Those withered leaves, that slender song, a
solemn truth convey, In wisdom's ear they speak aloud of frailty and
decay : They say, that man's apportioned year shall
have its winter too;
Shall rise and shine, and then decline, as all
around him do.