November Sunshine.
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.
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