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of the earth that music! all things fade; Vanish the pictured walls! and, one by one, The starry candles silently expire! Dyson Vaccum Dyson Vaccuum Cleaners Vacume Cleaners And now, O Jesus! round that silent cross A moment's pause, a hush as of the grave. Now rises slow a silver mist of sound, And all the heavens break out in drops of grief; A rain of sobbing sweetness, swelling, dying, Voice into voice inweaving with sweet throbs, CrocsShoes Convers Shoes Heely Shoes Lacross Boots And fluttering pulses of impassioned moan, -- Veiled voices, in whose wailing there is awe, And mysteries of love and agony, A yearning anguish of celestial souls, A shiver as of wings trembling the air, As if God's shining doves, his spotless birds, Wailed with a nightingale's heart-break of grief, In this their starless night, when for our sins Their sun, their life, their love, hangs darkly there, Like a slain lamb, bleeding his life away! lies around us like a cloud, A world we do not see; Yet the same closing of an eye May bring us there to be. Corelle Dinnerwear Merrell Continuum Shoes Ug Boots Cole Hahn Shoes Its gentle breezes fan our cheek; Amid our worldly cares, Its gentle voices whisper love, And mingle with our prayers. Sweet hearts around us throb and beat, Sweet helping hands are stirred, And palpitates the veil between With breathings almost heard. The silence, awful, sweet, and calm, They have no power to break; For mortal words are not for them To utter or partake. Sketchers Shoes Lakai Shoes Ugg Slippers So thin, so soft, so sweet, they glide, So near to press they seem, They lull us gently to our rest, They melt into our dream. And in the hush of rest they bring 'T is easy now to see How lovely and how sweet a pass The hour of death may be; -- To close the eye, and close the ear, Wrapped in a trance of bliss, And, gently drawn in loving arms, To swoon to that -- from this, -- Scarce knowing if we wake or sleep, Scarce asking where we are, To feel all evil sink away, All sorrow and all care. Sweet souls around us! watch us still; Press nearer to our side; Into our thoughts, into our prayers, With gentle helpings glide. Let death between us be as naught, A dried and vanished stream; Your joy be the reality, Our suffering like the dream. |