Poems (Terry, 1861)/October
For works with similar titles, see October.
OCTOBER."Rest! rest! shall I not have all Eternity to rest in?"—Arnauld.
There comes a time of rest to thee,
Whose laden boughs droop heavily
Toward earth, thou golden-fruited tree!
Whose laden boughs droop heavily
Toward earth, thou golden-fruited tree!
A time when wind and tempest cease
To spoil and stain thy fair increase:
After fruition deepest peace.
To spoil and stain thy fair increase:
After fruition deepest peace.
The tender bloom that decked thee, bride,
The jewels of thy matron pride,
And purple robes,—all laid aside.
The jewels of thy matron pride,
And purple robes,—all laid aside.
The slow, red sunshine, o'er thee cast,
In sweet, sad kisses for thy last,
And shadow-haunted from the past.
In sweet, sad kisses for thy last,
And shadow-haunted from the past.
Green, leafy, quiet, freed from care,
No heavier weight thy lithe limbs bear
Than dripping rain and sunny air.
No heavier weight thy lithe limbs bear
Than dripping rain and sunny air.
But unto man's diviner sense
The strenuous rest of penitence
Remaineth only for defence.
The strenuous rest of penitence
Remaineth only for defence.
His fruit drops slowly from his hands,
But only with the dropping sands
That fall on Time's slow-gathering strands.
But only with the dropping sands
That fall on Time's slow-gathering strands.
The sower in this mortal field
Shall reap no harvest's gracious yield,
The warrior conquers—on his shield.
Shall reap no harvest's gracious yield,
The warrior conquers—on his shield.
But after life and fruit and rest,
Thou, tree! by dust shalt be possessed;
To him remains a day more blest,
Thou, tree! by dust shalt be possessed;
To him remains a day more blest,
A newer hope, a summer-time
Renewed forever in its prime,
Where God, his harvest, sits sublime.
Renewed forever in its prime,
Where God, his harvest, sits sublime.