THE CATHEDRAL OF THE PINES.
Within the dim cathedral of th© pines Th© snowy birchen tapers stand alight. Far-aisled, with lifted flames of leafepired gold, While gray and old The verger autumn wind slips through the night. Soft-robed in frost-starred vesture mid the dusk, With moon-pale arms, dim Autumn's acolyte Swings smoke-sweet censers through each grass-brown glade, And from the- shade The- hills bend ne&t, close-veiled in moon mist white. ' While clear and _ sweet, from oak-empan-elled choir, By gray ahd wind-bared branches soreened from sight, The sudden song of shadow-cleaving bird, Far distant heard, Breathes > benediction through the fading light. «• Charleston News and Courier.
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Evening Post, Volume LXXXV, Issue 33, 8 February 1913, Page 13
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104THE CATHEDRAL OF THE PINES. Evening Post, Volume LXXXV, Issue 33, 8 February 1913, Page 13
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