The brown leaves hung unwilling yet to fall And chrysanthemums bloomed mid the wild drakes call As the first snow fell in the evening of the year.
We were stunned to silence and our sorrow grew When they brought us word that her days on earth were few And darkness drew close in the evening of the year.
And when our tears were spent and silence reigned We viewed our life as His alone nor deigned To look beyond the evening of the year.
Casting out doubt we discarded the mantle of fear Drew gratitude round calling the grace ever near And passed beyond the evening of the year.
Now time is foreshortened and gladness telescopes When seconds great treasures contain and the sum of our hopes As we grow beyond the evening of the year.
Poems Undated (1727)
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