Still blooming on, when Summer-flowers all fade, The golden rods and asters fill the glade; The tokens they of an Exhaustless Love, That ever to the end doth constant prove. To one fair tribe another still succeeds, As still the heart new forms of beauty needs; Till these, bright children of the waning year! Its latest born have come our souls to cheer. They glance upon us from their fringed eyes, And to their look our own in love replies; Within our hearts we find for them a place, As for the flowers, which early Spring-time grace. Despond not traveller! on life's lengthened way, When all thy early friends have passed away; Say not, "No more the beautiful doth live, And to the earth a bloom and fragrance give." To every season has our Father given Some tokens of his love to us from heaven; Nor leaves us here, uncheered, to walk alone, When all we loved and prized, in youth, has gone. Let but thy heart go forth to all around, Still by thy side the beautiful is found; Along thy path the Autumn flowers shall smile, And to its close life's pilgrimage beguile. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A MOTH SEEN IN WINTER by ROBERT FROST WAR VERSE (1914) by EZRA POUND THE FAIRY THORN; AN ULSTER BALLAD by SAMUEL FERGUSON GYPSY MAN by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES O, BREATHE NOT HIS NAME! by THOMAS MOORE TO A CHILD OF QUALITY, FIVE YEARS OLD. THE AUTHOR THAN FORTY by MATTHEW PRIOR DAWN by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: THE THIRD CANTO, OR FULL MOON by WILLIAM BASSE |