Think, in mounting higher, The angels would press on us, and aspire To drop some golden orb of perfect song Into our deep, dear silence.
Think, in mounting higher, The angels would press on us, and aspire To drop some golden orb of perfect song Into our deep, dear silence.
To love me also in silence with thy soul.
O earth, so full of dreary noises O men, with wailing in your voices O delvd gold, the wailers heap O strife, O curse, that o'er it fall God strikes a silence through you all, And giveth his beloved, sleep.
But the child's sob curses deeper in the silence than the strong man in his wrath!
By thunders of white silence.
But the child's sob in the silence curses deeper
Than the strong man in his wrath.
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories