Sept. 6, 1999
Feel the seasons in the blood of trees, Ever changing, rest in the waning year, Slowed and musing deep in holy ease To sleep once more in the peaceful arms of earth. Then waking with a rush of emerald leaves Reaching through sky to greet a warming sun, And waxing full in summer's languorous breeze Upon the autumn yield with fruited mirth The treasure of their glory and increase.
Poems Undated (1727)
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