Dwell its people so kind-hearted and true.
Not a wall or tower high
Mars the tender, sunlight sky,
Or shuts out the glad rainbow from view.

When a dwelling for his mate is in quest,
Does the robin find its shelter the best.
There his sweetest notes he brings,
And a flood of music flings
O'er your head as you pass 'neath his nest.

There are morning-glories dripping with dew,
And the dogwood blossoms hang over you.
In a drowse of rapture sweet
Does this vale look up to meet,
And to bask in the smile of the blue?

Would your soul free from troubles be made?
All its worries and its burdens unlade?
From the tumult and the heat
Of the noisy city street,
Take yourself to the bliss of its shade.

There you'll drink till you stagger as you plod,
Of the sweets from the blossom-spangled sod,
While your weary frame is drenched,
And your thirsty soul is quenched,
In a shower of the great love of God.

"Autumn"

Enchanting dawn of autumn days,
So clear, so cool, so calm,
O'er all creation breathing forth
Thy sweet refreshing balm!
The woodland dons its brightest hue,
Its rainbow-tinted gown;
Each soft and dreamy breeze that blows
Brings showers of crimson down.

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