The days may not be so bright

The days may not be so bright and balmy?yet the quiet and melancholy that linger around them is fraught with glory. Over everything connected with autumn there lingers some golden spell?some unseen influence that penetrates the soul with its mysterious power. ~Northern Advocateqtd in Cyclopaedia of Nature Teachings, 1892, TPVgb reprinted

There is no season in all the

There is no season in all the year so beautiful, so radiant with glory, as the early autumn. There is no time when the human soul drinks in so fully the glory and beauty of nature. 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. The death-glow always beautifies anything that wears the trace of beauty ere it goes back to nothingness. We do not understand the secret of this principle, yet we know that it is some law of the infinite mind. ~Northern Advocateqtd in Cyclopaedia of Nature Teachings, 1892, TPVgb reprinted

October gave a party the leaves by


October gave a party;
The leaves by hundreds came –
The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples,
And leaves of every name.
The Sunshine spread a carpet,
And everything was grand,
Miss Weather led the dancing,
Professor Wind the band.
~George Cooper, "October’s Party"