REVELATION OF GLORY

—Lyrics by Wilbur Skeels—

(see octavo CQ2201)

When autumn's chill and frosty morn The forest tints with fatal breath, Then aspen, oak and maple leaves Turn fast toward their splendid death. Elm and poplar, parchment-veined By incandescent setting sun, Like stainèd glass in Gothic nave, Blaze forth with glory, one by one. Yellow, orange, red and brown, A firefall from bough to sod; Trembling, drifting softly down, They lay a carpet fit for God. So may Your light illumine me When I am sere and frail and old, That in my dying some may see Your glory radiantly unfold! Grass shall wither, flower shall fade; Forever shall Your promise stand, And I of winter not afraid Shall paint with fire my autumn land!

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