Let the life come to you .... Don't let it go back.
Some unseen influence that penetrates the soul with its
mysterious power
How beautifully leaves grow
old. How full of light and color are their last days
There is no time when the
human soul drinks in so fully the glory and beauty of nature except for in
autumn
All objects of beauty are
more beautiful while passing away from us. The closing up of a beautiful
life—the fading of the holy stars in the dim light of morning—the ending of a
quiet summer day and the passing away of the bright summer glory, are all more sweet
and lovely as they are lost to us.
In the garden, Autumn is,
indeed the crowning glory of the year, bringing us the fruition of months of
thought and care and toil. And at no season, do we get such superb colour
effects as from August to November.
Even if you don't like me I
bet you fall in love with my ride this time of the year
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