Falling! all noiselessly falling!
Dim-golden, and russet and grey; Leaves of the Autumn soul telling,
Earth's loveliness passeth away.

Here the rich strains of rare music,
Borne upwards of summer's soft gale, Are lost in the sigh of earth's sorrows,
Or sunk in bereavement's sad wail.
There shall dear households long severed
Rejoice in the anthem sublime; Hosannas of spirits united
Shall echo o'er dirges of time.

Sickness and pain shall evanish;
The years, with their sorrow shall cease;— O'er the glad souls of the ransomed
Eternity rolleth in peace.