Poems (Louisa Blake)/Autumn
For works with similar titles, see Autumn.
AUTUMN.
There is a pleasure felt amid the gloom
Of autumn's sad and desolating reign,
And though we mourn the flower's departed bloom
We feel assured they will revive again;
The seeds of life, though latent, still remain,
They sleep to burst in brighter loveliness
And 'neath the snows of winter, will attain
Fresh power to charm us, fairer hues to bless,
And sweet in fragrance, Heaven's kind care confess.
Of autumn's sad and desolating reign,
And though we mourn the flower's departed bloom
We feel assured they will revive again;
The seeds of life, though latent, still remain,
They sleep to burst in brighter loveliness
And 'neath the snows of winter, will attain
Fresh power to charm us, fairer hues to bless,
And sweet in fragrance, Heaven's kind care confess.
There 's beauty also in the changing hues
Of the rich foliage of an autumn's day,
And I have sat for hours to think, to muse,
And see the bright, clear, dazzling sunbeams play
Upon the leaves, which lighted by the ray,
Seem'd like the rainbow's soft and lovely dyes,
When on a smiling, tearful April day
The glorious pledge of peace attracts our eyes,
As it in graceful arch, extends across the skies.
Of the rich foliage of an autumn's day,
And I have sat for hours to think, to muse,
And see the bright, clear, dazzling sunbeams play
Upon the leaves, which lighted by the ray,
Seem'd like the rainbow's soft and lovely dyes,
When on a smiling, tearful April day
The glorious pledge of peace attracts our eyes,
As it in graceful arch, extends across the skies.
And it is pleasant, although sad to see
In the decay of nature's lovely bloom
An emblem of our own mortality,
Memento of our progress to the tomb;
Yet though this thought alone is one of gloom,
We may look forward with refined delight
Beyond death's portals, where we shall assume
A new existence, gloriously bright,
And spend one lasting spring in Heaven's unchanging light.
In the decay of nature's lovely bloom
An emblem of our own mortality,
Memento of our progress to the tomb;
Yet though this thought alone is one of gloom,
We may look forward with refined delight
Beyond death's portals, where we shall assume
A new existence, gloriously bright,
And spend one lasting spring in Heaven's unchanging light.