A Summer hush is on the golden woods;
The path lies deep in leaves—the air is balm;
No sound disturbs these silent solitudes,
Save some faint bird-notes, which, amid the calm,
Seem like the sad, sweet song of one who grieves
Over a happy past—yet with a strain
Of Hope, which sees amid these yellow leaves,
Bare boughs all clothed with Spring’s young buds again.
Even thus, most gracious Lord, in Sorrow’s hour,
When Life seems saddest, and our hopes decay,
Thou sendest comfort—as, in wood or bower,
Some humble flower remains to speak of May;
Some gleam of joy lights up the wintry scene;
Some tender grace returns to bless and cheer;
And though our trees no more are clothed in green,
Bright days may light the closing of our year.
J. H.
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[Transcriber’s note—the following changes have been made to this text.
Page 764: Naraganset to Narraganset.]