September 17

And as many as walk according to this rule, peace be on them, and mercy.

THE day becomes more solemn and serene When noon is past: there is a harmony In autumn, and a lustre in its sky,

Which thro' the summer is not heard or seen, As if it could not be, as if it had not been!

Thus let thy power, which like the truth Of nature on my passive youth

Descended, to my onward life supply Its calm, to one who worships thee

And every form containing thee, Whom, SPIRIT fair, thy spells did bind To fear himself and love all human kind.

PERCY

BYSSIE

SHELLEY

SATISFIED