Indian Summer
A soft veil dims the tender skies,
And half conceals from pensive eyes The bronzing tokens of the fall;
A calmness broods upon the hills,
And summer's parting dream distills A charm of silence over all
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A soft veil dims the tender skies,
And half conceals from pensive eyes The bronzing tokens of the fall;
A calmness broods upon the hills,
And summer's parting dream distills A charm of silence over all
This is the sign
This flooding splendour, golden and hyaline,
This sun a golden sea on hill and plain, --That God forgets not, that He walks with men
His smile is on the mountain and the