And November sad,—a psalm
Tender, trustful, full of balm,
Thou must breathe in spirits calm.
I like spring, but it is too young. I like summer, but it is too proud. So I like best of all autumn, because its tone is mellower, its colours are richer, and it is tinged with a little sorrow. Its golden richness speaks not of the innocence of spring, nor the power of summer, but of the mellowness and kindly wisdom of approaching age. It knows the limitations of life and its content. ~Lin Yutang
I will send you rain in its season, and the ground will yield its crops and the trees their fruit. ~Leviticus 26:4 ✝