The Morning Reading: "My freehold of Thanksgiving"

from "My Triumph"
BY JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER

The autumn-time has come;
On woods that dream of bloom,
And over purpling vines,
The low sun fainter shines.

The aster-flower is failing,
The hazel’s gold is paling;
Yet overhead more near
The eternal stars appear!

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I feel the earth move sunward,
I join the great march onward,
And take, by faith, while living,
My freehold of thanksgiving.

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(image by the great Sue Coe. Click to enlarge.)
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