AUTUMN by Mrs. Alice M. Avery-Harper

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Dec 19, 1900

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 26, No. 51.

AUTUMN.

By Mrs. Alice M. Avery-Harper

BEYOND the crimson hill of autumn's splendor, The twilight fadeth into gray; And fairy songs from night-birds, soft and tender, Fall on the ear at close of day.

Above, the bright blue skies are sweetly shining; The Indian summer days are fair; And from the fields the busy men are gathering The golden pumpkins waiting there.

In welcome cadence, zephyrs, softly sweeping, Are whispering songs through every breeze; And strewn upon the ground are emblems lying In rainbow colors from the trees.

E'en thus the sweetest pleasures fade forever, And vanish into air away; E'en when within our eager grasp they prove delusive, And fade, as fades the closing day.

But in that land where reigns eternal gladness, Autumnal shades shall never come; Its sacred joys shall know no tinge of sadness; Death shall be banished from that home.

MRS. ALICE M. AVERY-HARPER. Laingsburg, Mich.