The dead beloved flashes the inward eye— br Though Scripture saith once to die… br Still, this eve—the crackling fade in summer, br She visits my inward self— one to not remember… br Dead, oh dead! Sleep long slumbers br Dream O dream thy serenading numbers! Angels bid br Thee welcome home! br This calm September br Fade not alone… br O hushed September, fading light— br Summer fades to Fall’s sweet night, br Hear O dearest, my last request: Dwell there with God— br Live sweet and blessed! br Fade O Summer— br Melt to fall! br There! The painted season’s call…br br Stephen Spurrier Jr.