AUTUMN
Brightly beams the Autumn sun,
Its annual course has now begun.
The summer months have passed away,
The flowers that bloom shall soon decay
All nature shall soon in silence lie,
Frail mortal man is doomed to die.
The wise and foolish, the rich and poor,
The pangs of death they must endure.
But ah! There is prepared for man
A resting place o’er Jordan’s strand,
Where the heavy laden, sick and sore,
Shall rest in peace for evermore.
