November Sunshine

2 11 2013

O affluent Sun, unwilling to abate
Thy bounteous hospitality benign,
Whenas we deemed the banquet o’er, thy great
Gold flagon brims again with amber wine;
Whenas we thought t’ have seen on plain and hill
Thy euthanasia in October’s haze,
The blessing of thy light, unstinted still,
Irradiates the drear November days.

Naught can discourage thee, O thurifer
Of gladness to the else benighted face
Of the misfeatured earth; fit minister
Of Him whose love illumines every place,
Who pours His mercy forth without demur
Over the sins and sorrows of our race.


W.M. MacKeracher

November morning




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