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 Glow in thy light, and life and comfort find. So shalt thou bless thy kind, and all shall gaze Admiring, and like Parsees worship thee!

As in late autumn, when the frosty earth With withered leaves is strown, the forests bare, And many a signal tells drear winter nigh, Comes Indian Summer with her gentle reign And charms which, tempered by the golden haze, Half veil and half transfigure Nature's face That with pale, pensive beauty still delights, As peacefully go by the tranquil days; So while age ripens, and when whitened locks And the dimmed eye and faltering step forewarn That not now distant lies the vale of shades Earth's darkness parting from eternal day, Full oft there comes a season all serene, Whose sunshine mellowed falls, whose airs are mild As softest breath of May, whose tempests sleep, Whose peace is like the Sabbath stillness, when A hushed world waits and worships. 'Tis as if