Autumn (Twitchell—Ives)

 AUTUMN

 Earth rests! Her work is done, her fields lie bare,
 and 'ere the night of winter comes
 to hush her song and close her tired eyes,
 She turns her face for the sun to smile upon
 and radiantly, radiantly, thro' Fall's bright glow,
 he smiles and brings the Peace of God!

 1908

Earth rests. Her work is done

And, ere the night of winter comes

To close her tired eyes & hush

her summer’s song,

She looks up sweetly for the Sun

to smile on her[.]

And radiantly, thro’ all the Autumn’s

glow, he smiles

And brings the Peace of God.

1907 or ?1908