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Autumn [The Year, An Aged Holy Priest]

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Title:     Autumn [The Year, An Aged Holy Priest]
Author: W. M. MacKeracher [More Titles by MacKeracher]

The Year, an aged holy priest,
In gorgeous vestments clad,
Now celebrates the solemn feast
Of Autumn, sweet and sad.

The Sun, a contrite thurifer
After his garish days,
Through lessening arch, a wavy blur,
His burnish'd censer sways.

The Earth,--an altar all afire
Her hecatombs to claim,
Shoots upward many a golden spire
And crimson tongue of flame.

Like Jethro's shepherd, when he turn'd
In Midian's land to view
The bush that unconsuming burn'd,
I pause--and worship, too.


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W. M. MacKeracher's poem: Autumn [The Year, An Aged Holy Priest]

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