OCTOBER.
29
Go view the intricacies of power,
Held by the orbs of light,
The beams of eloquence divine,
That ray from brows of might.
Go know thyself. that problem solved,
The soul shall burst its mortal clod,
Unfolded lies before thine eyes,
The mystery of God.
Held by the orbs of light,
The beams of eloquence divine,
That ray from brows of might.
Go know thyself. that problem solved,
The soul shall burst its mortal clod,
Unfolded lies before thine eyes,
The mystery of God.
OCTOBER.
October! Oh! October!
Pour out thy royal wine,
Thy days of golden glory,
Thy daisy-stars are mine;
I know where tall red cardinals,
Along the river grow,
Where grapes in purple clusters,
From oaken boughs hang low.
Pour out thy royal wine,
Thy days of golden glory,
Thy daisy-stars are mine;
I know where tall red cardinals,
Along the river grow,
Where grapes in purple clusters,
From oaken boughs hang low.
I know where in the forest's heart,
There glow the brightest leaves,
Where lie the acorn's thickest,
And where the cricket grieves.
There glow the brightest leaves,
Where lie the acorn's thickest,
And where the cricket grieves.
