html.skin-theme-clientpref-night @media(prefers-color-scheme:dark){html.skin-theme-clientpref-os }OOK on the yellow leaves, the drooping flowers,
The lengthening darkness, and the fading day;
All tell for us that Summer's joyous hours,
Perchance for ever, now have passed away.
Yet turn thou to the bright and cloudless sky,
The mellowed sunshine, and the moon's soft ray.
And see how heaven still seems to draw more nigh,
As earthly glories one by one decay.
So, Dearest! if life's lengthening shadows fall
The deeper round us with each onward year,
And even days like this but more recall
The fondly loved, the lost for ever, here;
Yet still may gathering glory from on high
Shed round thee more the brightness of the blest;
Gild every passing cloud that dims thy sky,
And light the path that leads to perfect rest.
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