While Father Maximin, vested in a copy of milky white, woven with a cross in orange yellow, placed the Host in the monstrance, the thurifer put down the censer, on the coals of which melted tears of real incense.
"En Route"
J.-K. (Joris-Karl) Huysmans
Naught can discourage thee, O thurifer Of gladness to the else benighted face Of the misfeatured earth; fit minister Of Him whose love illumines every place, Who pours His mercy forth without demur Over the sins and sorrows of our race.
"Sonnets and Other Verse"
W. M. MacKeracher
The Sun, a contrite thurifer After his garish days, Through lessening arch, a wavy blur, His burnish'd censer sways.
"Sonnets and Other Verse"
W. M. MacKeracher