Poems (Follen)/Mount Auburn in Autumn

by Eliza Lee Cabot Follen

MOUNT AUBURN IN AUTUMN.

I love to mark the falling leaf,
 To watch the waning moon;
I love to cherish the belief
 That all will change so soon.

I love to see the beauteous flowers
 In bright succession pass,
As they would deck life's fleeting hours,
 And hide his ebbing glass.

I love the rushing wind to hear
 Through the dismantled trees,
And shed the sadly soothing tear
 O'er joys that fled like these.

I love to think this glorious earth
 Is but a splendid tomb,
Whence man to an immortal birth
 Shall rise in deathless bloom;—

That nothing on its bosom dies,
 But all in endless change
Shall in some brighter form arise,
 Some purer region range.

On this fair couch then rest thy head
 In peace, thou child of sorrow;
For know the God of truth has said,
 Thou shalt he changed to-morrow;—

Changed, as the saints and angels are,
 To glories ever new;
Corrupt shall incorruption wear,
 And death shall life renew.