And church steeples in the distance,
And towns lying far away,
And blue lakes, gleam before us,
That lay hid for many a day.
Ah! when summer's day is ended,
And the strength of spring is spent.
And the frame of man, so sturdy,
'Neath the weight of time is berth
May not man pass like the autumn,
Fading out in colors rare,
And from heights of contemplation,
See a future large and fair.