Autumn Days

AUTUMN days are sun crowned,

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Full of laughing breath;

Light their leafy feet are dancing

Down the way to death.

Scarlet-shrouded to the grave

I watch them gayly go;

So may I as blithely die

Before November snow.

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Woodland Worship

HERE ’mid these leafy walls

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Are sylvan halls,

And all the Sabbaths of the year

Are gathered here.

Upon their raptured mood

My steps intrude,

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