SUNRISE
First we have the gray twilight of the poets, with dark and barry clouds diverging to the zenith. Then glows the intruding cloud in the east, as if it bore a precious jewel in its bosom; a deep round gulf of golden gray indenting its upper edge, while slender rules of fleecy vapor, radiating fro the common centre, like light-armed troops, fall regularly into their places.
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We don't have sunrises like that in Chappaqua, New York, Henry.
The promise of early of sunshine has faded in Hartsdale despite the warm fall temperatures as clouds and rain threaten the afternoon sky. As Emerson was found of saying Henry, "Nature always wears the colors of the human spirit."
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