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In warlike pomp, with banners flowing, The regiments of autumn stood: I saw their gold and scarlet glowing From every hillside, every wood.

Henry Van Dyke

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Henry Van Dyke
Age: 80 †
Born: 1852
Born: November 10
Died: 1933
Died: April 10
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Germantown
Philadelphia
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Pomp
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Scarlet
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Every
Glowing
Flowing
Regiments
Wood
Hillside
Autumn
Warlike
Stood
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