An October Sunrise

the light of the Father’s countenance, because itself is risen.

neither hill and valley, nor great unvintaged ocean; but all things shall arise, and shine in

So, perhaps, shall break upon us that eternal morning, when crag and chasm shall be no more,

into soft beneficence.

and bud and bird had a fluttering sense of them; and all the flashing of God’s gaze merged

God is here!” then life and joy sprang reassured from every crouching hollow; every flower,

fear and the cloven hoof of darkness, all on the wings of hope advancing, and proclaiming, “

according to the scene they lit on, and the curtain flung around; yet all alike dispelling

leaped over hill and valley, casting amber, blue, and purple, and a tint of rich red rose;

Yet before the floating impress of the woods could clear it self, suddenly the gladsome light

than a father.

touched with gold and red and olive, and their joy towards the sun was less to a bridegroom

and memory of the tempests. Autumn’s mellow hand was upon them, as they owned already,

The woods arose in folds, like drapery of awakened mountains, stately with a depth of awe,

forth, one beyond other gliding.

sheltering corners where rock hung over grassland, while the brave lines of the hills came

places; then stole away in line and column, holding skirts, and clinging subtly at the

length of upland. Beneath his gaze the dew-fogs dipped, and crept to crept to the hollow