The Holy Mother, know, dwells in this Manger of Piety,
In the woods whose peace, my words labors to explain,
Did the Savior that hath Risen, give this Fall her beauty?
Here my touring eyes retire and in contemplation, I remain.
A visit to Holy Hill that houses the Basilica of National Shire of Mary, to catch the Fall colors, and got overpowered not just by the beauty of Fall but by this underlying peace that was difficult to explain.
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