B-eacon is shining on,
E-arly in the morning light;
T-he dark and the shadows
H-ave faded into the night.
T-he beacon is shining on,
O-ctober twenty-second Sunday;
L-onely twilight is over,
E-vening chill has gone away.
N-ew dawn brings the dusk
T-o the deep blue oblivion;
I-n the wide bright skyline,
N-ew beacon is shining
O-n.
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