 | Poems by William Stanley Roscoe |  |
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WRITTEN ON A SUNDAY IN AUTUMN.
Sweet is the autumnal day,
The sabbath of the year;
When the sun sheds a soft and farewell ray,
And journeys slowly on his silent way,
And wintry storms are near.
The sabbath of the year;
When the sun sheds a soft and farewell ray,
And journeys slowly on his silent way,
And wintry storms are near.
Sweet is the autumnal rose,
That lingers late in bloom,
And while the north wind on its bosom blows,
Upon the chill and misty air bestows
A cherishing perfume.
That lingers late in bloom,
And while the north wind on its bosom blows,
Upon the chill and misty air bestows
A cherishing perfume.
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Sweet is life's setting ray,
While Hope stands smiling near;
When the soul muses on the future day,
And thro' the clouds that shade her homeward way
Heaven's azure skies appear!
While Hope stands smiling near;
When the soul muses on the future day,
And thro' the clouds that shade her homeward way
Heaven's azure skies appear!
| Poems by William Stanley Roscoe | |