At rest in fullness, calm lies the autumn day,
  The mellow grape is clear and the orchard red
    With fruit, though many treasured blossoms
      Long ago fell to the Earth in tribute.

And all around where now by the quiet path
  I cross the field, for satisfied men their crops
    Have ripened, and their riches grant them
      Hour after hour of rewarding labor.

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And, golden light, for me will you also shine,
  And, breeze, once more for me waft, as though
    To bless a joy, and still around me wander,
  err.

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      Blessed he with a worthy homeland and hearth.
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 Today, though, let me walk the familiar path
  In silence to the copse that is crowned with gold
    Of dying leaves; and my brow also
      Garland with gold now, you recollections.

And that I may have, 
 as others, a sure retreat,
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  You be my gracious refuge now, song.
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