In Memory
Death's silence—for the angel's hymn
Awaits a shrouded hearth!
Death's darkness! for the heavens are dim
Without a “night” on earth!
We sow in tears; bring Grief our gain
In God's good season, blest;
Bring, scattered bloom, the golden grain
And toil, our time of rest!
And cannot we, as we number o'er
Our saintly treasures riven,—
Without their brightness gone before
How distant still were Heaven!
Awaits a shrouded hearth!
Death's darkness! for the heavens are dim
Without a “night” on earth!
We sow in tears; bring Grief our gain
In God's good season, blest;
Bring, scattered bloom, the golden grain
And toil, our time of rest!
And cannot we, as we number o'er
Our saintly treasures riven,—
Without their brightness gone before
How distant still were Heaven!
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