A carpet of gold's on the pathway Trees aflame show against the sky. In awe of the splendor of autumn I humbly exclaim, "What am I?" God's paint brush has 'lumined the hillside With a glory no mortal can ape And the wealth of the marvel of nature Has hallowed this earthly landscape. The world is drenched with a beauty That brings pleasure tinged with pain And souls expand to catch the glow That hearts can scarce contain. By the wonder of sunset and autumn By the beauty of laughter and love By the song of a bird in the night time Hearts are tuned to the Father above. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PETER STUYVESANT'S NEW YEAR'S CALL, 1 JAN. 1661 by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 38 by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON FOR THE INAUGURATION OF A PUBLIC SCHOOL, CAMDEN, NEW JERSEY by WALT WHITMAN WHEN I READ THE BOOK by WALT WHITMAN EURIPIDES by ALEXANDER AETOLUS THE STEAM-ENGINE: CANTO 7. LESSON FOR THE PROUD by T. BAKER A HEART-HAUNTED HOME by JANE BARLOW RAMBLE OF THE GODS THROUGH BIRMINGHAM, SELECTION by JAMES BISSET |