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Early Autumn Beacon
Look in yon field, midst the green
Sentinels of the seasons
Lit up as flame is that one tree
Burning past all reasons.
What a glory! What a sight!
It must glow both day and night!
Ravishing red, burnished gold
Its a candle of fire
Directing all to its flames
Yet can it burn much higher?
What a glory! What a sight!
It must glow both day and night!
Candle of the season bright
Would that ye keep burning
In devotion of the life
To which we all are yearning.
What a glory! What a sight!
It must glow both day and night!
