OCTOBER TWENTY-SECOND The night is silent, the wind is still, Of one, whose heart has been healed with pardon. The Golden Legend OCTOBER TWENTY-THIRD And such am I. My soul within Was dark with passion and soiled with sin. As the leaves of the tree, or the grass of the field, The Golden Legend OCTOBER TWENTY-FOURTH God sent his Singers upon earth With songs of sadness and of mirth, That they might touch the hearts of men, The Singers Thy dress was like the lilies; But now, alas! the place seems changed; Thou art no longer here: Part of the sunshine of the scene With thee did disappear. A Gleam of Sunshine OCTOBER TWENTY-SIXTH She is a precious jewel I have found OCTOBER TWENTY-SEVENTH As thou sittest in the moonlight there, In the haunted chambers of thine eyes, I feel my soul drawn unto thee, Strangely, and strongly, and more and more, For every soul is akin to me That dwells in the land of mystery! The Golden Legend OCTOBER TWENTY-EIGHTH When the hours of Day are numbered, To a holy, calm delight; Then the forms of the departed Come to visit me once more. Footsteps of Angels OCTOBER TWENTY-NINTH It was Autumn, and incessant Piped the quails from shocks and sheaves, And, like living coals, the apples Burned among the withering leaves. OCTOBER THIRTIETH Pegasus in Pound The purple finch, That on wild cherry and red cedar feeds, Autumn (Earlier Poems) OCTOBER THIRTY-FIRST A sober gladness the old year takes up A pomp Autumn (Earlier Poems) WHAT a glory doth this world put on For him who, with a fervent heart, goes forth Under the bright and glorious sky, and looks On duties well performed, and days well spent! For him the wind, ay, and the yellow leaves Shall have a voice, and give him eloquent teachings. He shall so hear the solemn hymn, that Death Has lifted up for all, that he shall go To his long resting-place without a tear. Autumn (Earlier Poems) NOVEMBER SECOND Ye children, does Death e'er alarm you? Death is the brother of Love, twin-brother is he, and is only More austere to behold. With a kiss upon lips that are fading Takes he the soul and departs, and rocked in the arms of affection, Places the ransomed child, new born, 'fore the face of its father. The Children of the Lord's Supper |