“By kindly powers wonderfully harbored,
We boldly live in hope, so come what may;
For God is near in evening and in morning,
And surely He is with us each new day.”
The ginkgo waves its summer hands
As it did once in times of yore
Beneath the gliding pterosaur
Like thousand fluttering fans
Till some archangelic command
Demands the yellowed leaves to stop
And as one man they downward drop
To gild the autumn land
The ginkgo waves its summer hands
As it did once in times of yore
Beneath the gliding pterosaur
Like thousand fluttering fans
Till some archangelic command
Demands the yellowed leaves to stop
And as one man they downward drop
To gild the autumn land