...this pause of rest, This morning hush before the sun.

Yesterday's errors let yesterday cover.

Few things are more aggravating than to be forgiven when one has done no wrong.

So, just for one more merry day To the great Tree the leaflets clung, Frolicked and danced and had their way, Upon the autumn breezes swung.

The sobbing wind is fierce and strong; its cry is like a human wail.

Softly drops the crimson sun: Softly down from overhead, Drop the bell-notes, one by one, Melting in the melting red.

...this pause of rest, This morning hush before the sun.