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The Autumn Hills

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Oct 7, 1915

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 92, No. 49.

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The Autumn Hills

By Llewellyn A. Wilcox

LLEWELLYN A. WILCOX
In the twilight of the year Nature dons her robes of splendor; From her high throne, tier on tier, With gay dryads to attend her, She stretches out her scepter o'er the hills, And, lo, all recreant glory wakes and thrills.
Clothed in crimson, bound in brown, Robed in russet, garbed in golden, From the topmost summit down,— Hoary ash and maples olden Bow in the breeze throughout the autumn days, On distant peaks, through amethystic haze.
Mellowed grown, the year at end, From the flowery valleys driven, In its glory doth ascend Toward the lambent lights of heaven. I lift mine eyes unto the holy hills, And all my soul with loftier feeling fills.
Mountain View, Cal.