“The morns are meeker than they were, The nuts are getting brown; The berry's cheek is plumper, The rose is out of town. The maple wears a gayer scarf, The field a scarlet gown. Lest I should be old-fashioned, I'll put a trinket on.” ShouldFallFieldsTownsRoseBrownAutumnNutsCheeksOld FashionedNovemberBerriesGownsScarletScarvesFall AutumnFall SeasonMapleAutumn SeasonTrinketsOctober And FallNovember Poems Book:Poems Source: Poems
“However constant the visitations of sickness and bereavement, the fall of the year is most thickly strewn with the fall of human life. Everywhere the spirit of some sad power seems to direct the time; it hides from us the blue heavens, it makes the green wave turbid; it walks through the fields, and lays the damp ungathered harvest low; it cries out in the night wind and the shrill hail; it steals the summer bloom from the infant cheek; it makes old age shiver to the heart; it goes to the churchyard, and chooses many a grave.” YearsHumansHeartSeemsAgeSpiritNightFallHeavenWalksCryFieldsWindSummerLowsDirectBlueGreenLaysConstantWaveGravesStealingOld AgeHuman LifeSicknessAutumnCheeksHarvestInfantBereavementHailShiverDampVisitation Book:Endeavors After the Christian Life: Discourses Source: Endeavors After the Christian Life: Discourses