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A Walk in Harmony Grove
I walked the grove where rest the mortal formsOf those we love, and still with tears deplore;
Unheard as yet the blasts of Winter's storms,
And still the trees their thickest foliage wore;
But through the forest came a soft, sad sound,
As Nature were attuned to human grief;
And, fluttering from the trees unto the ground,
In frequent showers fell many a dying leaf.
How oft does Nature speak unto the soul,
But we, alas! have not the listening ear;
In falling leaf, as in the mighty whole,
She speaks to man, would he her voices hear;
In sober Autumn, as in joyous spring,
To souls attuned she doth instruction bring.
Poem No. 282; c. 22 October 1872
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