Fête Day

On other days in nature's bloom and grace I see the semblance of your comely face.

Beyond the bay the sun's rich golden rays Bring back the thought of other sacred days, And in the colored maze of Autumn's flame Down through the shaded slopes I trace your name.

To-day, perhaps because it was your fête, I know I saw you standing by the gate And knew once more the brightness of your smile, Remembered radiance stayed with me awhile.

Now down the path when Winter comes I know This newborn faith will never let you go.