I walked one day in summer through the fields
And found on every hand sweet flowers fair.
The sun-kissed buds had broken all their seals
And breathed upon the breeze rich perfume rare.

The little brook sang rippling on his way,
And mirrored oft' the blueness of the sky.
The feathered choirs were pouring forth a lay
O’erhead were floating canopies hung high.

The mountains in the distance, bathed in light,
A campus made where shadows came to play.
he rocks, the hills, the meadows—all in sight
Bespoke a bright, a happy summer day.

I walked again in autumn through the field,
But, oh, the change that nature there had wrought!
No blossoms now—instead a glorious yield
Of fruitage rare where I had flowers sought.

And there I found in every fruit again
The tender kisses of the summer sun,
The gentle wind, and e’en the summer rain,
And in the air—songs summer birds had sung.

The autumn of my heart I know has come,
For where I found sweet flowers every day,
And where the little songbirds ever sung,
The fields are bare, and songsters flown away.

My heart was filled with sorrow and with pain
As eagerly I looked for summer sun,
To find that all my searching was in vain,
For now the autumn of my heart had come.

Afresh my heart goes out in earnest quest,
But now, instead of flowers, fruit I see.
And though the frosts are keen, I know ‘tis best,
For truly ripe and sweet the fruit will be.

I will not grieve, since God my heart can see,
But humbly look with joy, nor know a fear,
So choice the fruit the spirit bears in me.
Thank God! The autumn of my heart is here.