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THE PARABLE OF THE DAY 



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THE autumn day is weaving 

 Shimmering mist o'er brook and bower; 

 With golden wand it touches 



Rustling leaf and fading flower; 

 Its shuttle is unwinding 



Wondrous tinted threads of song, 

 And binding every shadow 



With the sunset's crimson thong. 



Love's golden loom is weaving 



Brightest hope o'er every life, 

 And stilling with a glowing promise 



Every throb of pain and strife. 

 While from its shuttle 'tis unsnarling 



Many threads of somber woe, 

 "Tis lacing all in rich designing 



For the weft of evening glow. 



— Mary Grace Hayes. 



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