A WARM DAY IN AUTUMN
For Nature rests ere yet again she bloom,
As he of old, wrapped in the linen cloth,
Lay calmly sleeping in the darkened tomb,
Awaiting but the Master's word, "Come forth."
As he of old, wrapped in the linen cloth,
Lay calmly sleeping in the darkened tomb,
Awaiting but the Master's word, "Come forth."
In murmurs soft and tuneful, zephyrs blow,
The wood a deep-drawn, rhythmic breathing keeps;
Tread gently on the rustling leaves, speak low;
Break not the spell, the summer only sleeps.
The wood a deep-drawn, rhythmic breathing keeps;
Tread gently on the rustling leaves, speak low;
Break not the spell, the summer only sleeps.
23
