...it God. A shade on the far horizon, An infinite, tender sky, The ripe, rich tint of the cornfield, And the wild geese sailing high, And all over upland...charm of the goldenrod, Some of us call it Autumn, Others call it God. Like tides on a crescent sea-beach. When the moon is new and thin, Into our hearts...

...law and beauty And a face turned from the clod, — Some call it Evolution, And others call it God. A haze on the far horizon, — The infinite, tender...Some of us call it Autumn, And others call it God. 1,ike tides on a crescent sea-beach When the moon is new and thin, Into our hearts high yearnings Come...

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...law and beauty, and a face turned from the clod. — Some call it evolution, and others call it God. A haze on the far horizon, the infinite tender sky,.... And all over upland and lowland the charm of the golden rod, — Some of us call it autumn, and others call it God. Like tides on a crescent sea-beach,...

...law and beauty And a face turned from the clod, — Some call it Evolution, And others call it God. A haze on the far horizon, — The infinite, tender...Some of us call it Autumn, And others call it God. Like tides on a crescent sea-beach When the moon is new and thin, Into our hearts high yearnings Come...

...law and beauty .And a face turned from the clod, — Some call it Evolution, And others call it God. A haze on the far horizon, — The infinite, tender...Some of us call it Autumn, And others call it God. From Each in His Own display called a drawing room on the modern stage, a room nobly proportioned,...

...mystic ocean, Whose rim no foot has trod — Some of us call it Longing, And others call it God. " A haze on the far horizon. The infinite tender sky, The ripe, rich tints of the cornfields, And the wild geese sailing high; And ever on upland and lowland, The charm...

...law and beauty And a face turned from the clod, — Some call it Evolution, And others call it God. A haze on the far horizon, — The infinite, tender...and lowland The charm of the golden-rod, — Some of \is call it Autumn, And others call it God. Like tides on a crescent sea-beach When the moon is new...

...exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather. — Ruskin. A haze on the far horizon The infinite, tender sky...Some of us call it Autumn And others call it God. — MH Carntth. I built a chimney for a comrade old, I did the service not for hope or hire, And then...

...law and beauty And the face turned from the clod — Some call it Evolution And others call it God. 1 A haze on the far horizon, The infinite tender sky, The ripe rich tints of the corn-fields, And the wild geese sailing high, And all over upland and lowland, The charm...