Song of Autumn

Oh, come! The flower, already faded,

Dies beneath the gaze of the sun,

And crowned with sorrow,

The earth falls asleep.

Come, let us dream of things past.

Beneath these trees, which will end,

We shall let the sad wind of memory

Strip the leaves from our thoughts!

Then, looking at

Our joyous and blessed life

When all around is sad,

So full of love,

We will kneel on the ground

And thank God,

And we will vow to Him

A double prayer.

Oh, come! It is the nature of the immortal soul

To dream of that which is no more.

It is the nature of the happy and faithful soul

To weep for glad days past.

As we walk on these leaves of the past,

Let us think on those here below

Whose souls are wounded

And whose eyes are forever wet with tears!

Then, looking at

Our joyous and blessed life

When all around is sad,

So full of love,

We will kneel on the ground

And thank God,

And we will vow to Him

A double prayer.