Autumn

The autumn winds are moaning round

And through the branches sighing,

And autumn leaves upon the ground

All seared and dead are lying.

The summer flowers have ceased to bloom

For autumn frosts have blighted,

And laid them in a cheerless tomb

By summer sun unlighted.

Thus all our 'fondest hopes decay'

Beneath the chill of sorrow,

The joys that brightest seem to-day

Are withered by the morrow.

But there are flowers that bloom enshrin'd

In hearts by love united,

Unscathed by the autumn wind,

By autumn frost unblighted.

And there are hearts that ever thrill

With friendship warm and glowing,

And joys unseared by sorrow's chill

With hallowed truth o'erflowing.

William James Jones

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