For some it is the sorrowing time of year When autumn's chill descends upon the leaves But I with grace surrounding have no fear, Day's brevity is brief, the night deceives,
For hid within its breast the light prepares. All is God, the blazing of the trees His flaming pageantry, the frosted air's His breath and winter's grandeur oversees
The dormant bud that swells to meet the Spring. Our life in flux and we desiring peace To Him our human faults and failures bring, From Falsehood's grip confining seek release.
Poems Undated (1727)
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