The autumns eve and ever glow;
Sunbursts of leaves and early night,
The fog of the sea rolls through the small town,
The secrets each mantle in the houses holds.
A great man is so in spite of his sins
And an evil man is so in spite of his ken,
The worst is he who is silent
the best are those that are past
and whose ethics have last thru the ages
from one to another as they pass:
and time has gone on from fall to winters pass.