Classic Poem

The golden autumn sunset sheds over the land its light,
And dreams of peace come drifting into my soul to-night.

I hear the croon of Nature, her voices grave and gay,
But never so rich her music as at the close of day.

She soothes the pain and sadness and cools the fevered brow,
And says to the tired spirit: " I am resting to-night, rest thou.

" Let every storm of anguish that doth thy life befall
Fade like a vain illusion into the soul of All:
" The whirlwind of fierce passion, the blight of base desire
No more thy soul distressing, consumed in cleansing fire. "

O glorious autumn sunset, the splendour of thy light
Like a restful dream is drifting into my soul to-night.