Autumn

Autumn
By Mary Baker Eddy

Quickly earth’s jewels disappear;
The turf, whereon I tread,
Ere autumn blanch another year,
May rest above my head.

Touched by the finger of decay
Is every earthly love;
For joy, to shun my weary way,
Is registered above.

The languid brooklets yield their sighs,
A requiem o’er the tomb
Of sunny days and cloudless skies,
Enhancing autumn’s gloom.

The wild winds mutter, howl, and moan,
To scare my woodland walk,
And frightened fancy flees, to roam
Where ghosts and goblins stalk.

The cricket’s sharp, discordant scream
Fills mortal sense with dread;
More sorrowful it scarce could seem;
It voices beauty fled.

Yet here, upon this faded sod, –
O happy hours and fleet, –
When songsters’ matin hymns to God
Are poured in strains so sweet,

My heart unbidden joins rehearse,
I hope it’s better made,
When mingling with the universe,
Beneath the maple’s shade.

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I Forget…

I Forget…

The earth is all that lasts.
The earth is what I speak to when
I do not understand my life
Nor why I am not heard.
The earth answers me with the same song
That it sang for my fathers when
Their tears covered up the sun.
The earth sings a song of gladness.
The earth sings a song of praise.
The earth rises up and laughs at me
Each time that I forget
How spring begins with winter
And death begins with birth.

Nancy Wood…

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