Welcome

The year is swiftly waning, the summer days are past;
And life, brief life, is speeding: the end is nearing fast. 
The ever-changing seasons in silence come and go;
But Thou, Eternal Father, no time or change canst know.
Behold, the bending orchards with bounteous fruit are crowned;
Lord, in our hearts more richly let heavenly fruits abound. 

~William How