October Musings 1866 versuri

October Musings 1866 lyrics by Richard Mitchley, Ghizela Rowe

Silent, grave, subdued, and sober
Month beloved, my own October!
Resting in thy peaceful arms
Seeing not, I feel thy charms-
Feel upon my withered cheek
Thy gentle breath, thy whispers meek;
Tell of Autumn’s latest sheaves
Songless woods, and falling leaves-
Nature’s floral wreath despoiled;
Hueless, scentless, matted, soiled
Fall her tresses thin and gray
Bending to October’s sway

Summer sun with thirsty beams
Drinking dry the pools and streams:
Where thy fervid glories now
The burning splendours of thy brow?
Veiled effulgence now is thine
Tender radiance, half divine;
This dreamy quiet, this stilly calm
Sheds around a soothing balm
Hushed beneath the influence mild
My soul is like a weanèd child-
Weaned from earth’s low cares and joys
Vain pursuits, and worthless toys
Life’s short race is nearly run
And the goal will soon be won;
Still I bear in heart and mind
The wants and sufferings of my kind

Sad, yet sweet, to moralise
‘Neath October’s solemn skies
When the finger of decay
Points the year’s declining day;
Like the hand upon the wall
‘Born to die,’ inscribes on all:
Flowers decayed and earth defiled
Where of late they bloomed and smiled;
Fields and wood’s dim, bare, and gray
In every aspect of decay
Tell me that I too must die-
In cold decay and darkness lie
Till He, whose name I love and trust
Shall wake to life my sleeping dust