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.