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SUNSET IN AUTUMN.
S sweet to me, at evening's hour,To gaze upon the glowing west,
And watch the Autumn sun once more
In peaceful glory sink to rest:
For though no more his golden beams
Illume young Summer's laughing bowers,
As bright his parting lustre streams
On yellow leaves and fading flowers.
Illume young Summer's laughing bowers,
As bright his parting lustre streams
On yellow leaves and fading flowers.
Yes, glorious orb! 'mid death and gloom,
While Nature's worn and weary frame
Seems sinking to her yearly tomb,
Thou art unchanging and the same.
While Nature's worn and weary frame
Seems sinking to her yearly tomb,
Thou art unchanging and the same.
Thousands of years have passed away,
Yet, Lord of time, thou beamest on,
Bright as when first thy dawning ray
On young Creation's morning shone.
Yet, Lord of time, thou beamest on,
Bright as when first thy dawning ray
On young Creation's morning shone.
And now thy radiance streams once more
On yonder woods all sere and brown,
Which Autumn's hand hath mantled o'er,
With mournful beauty all her own.
On yonder woods all sere and brown,
Which Autumn's hand hath mantled o'er,
With mournful beauty all her own.
