A gilded latticework of trees awoke and hasty-
dressed in morning sheltered rooms.
Then as the twilight crept across earth's floor,
It swung a weighty door, the new day -- wide.
Glimpsing new-brassed branches hung with snow
-- slight arms as bright as chandeliers --
I -- the cold-budged-unexpected guest
In awe--this holy domicile exposed, counted
among a blessed number there rose up to see them
- God's house all ceiling-less and filled with cheer,
and gentle prayers uplifted to our host.
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