thing of all
Mine can ponder?
ttle cloud can pall
ith darkness yonder?
ttle wind can move
listeth?
ttle leaf above,
teth?
time t yellow leaf was green,
My days were gladder;
But now, wever Spring may mean,
I must grow sadder.
Ah sighs can wring
My lips asunder -
t t thing
Itself can ponder.
Yet, , when sun and cloud are pined
And drop together,
And at a blast, w wind,
ts her,
thly curse
to glory breakest, -
trongest of the universe
Guarding t!