AUTUMN grows old, but still the sun is bright,
As though he wished that summer should remain.
Yet every day is shortening his reign;
Lower and lower grows his noonday height.
But though the year is waning, ’tis not right
Over departing glory to complain.
Let us look forward, and by faith attain
A time of planned and prophesied delight.
Now comes occasion for productive toil,
For fresh ideas and preparations new:
The season ends but doth again begin.
Now is the time to feed the hungry soil,
To cleanse the fairy palace through and through,
And make it fit for Spring to enter in.
(Robert Henry Forster)
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