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THERE crept a whisper through the night
"All is dying, all is dead:
Turn away thy wearied sight,
Rest thee in thine earthy bed:
Life is sorrow, life is pain,
And thy prayer for strength is vain,
Yield thee to thyself and weep,
Weep thy weakness into sleep,
Death has slumber sweet and deep."
There crept a whisper through the night
"All is dying, all is dead;
All the glory and delight,
All the beauty, all have fled,
And thy youth is lorn of life:
Wilt thou wage with Sorrow strife?
Ah! the vainness! canst thou raise
From the dust thy drooping days
That faint beneath her deadly gaze?"
There crept a whisper through the night
"All is dying, all is dead:
Hateful is the morning's light,
Hateful is the evening's red:
All is hateful, all is pain,
Rest comes never more again.
Hope and love for aye are o'er,
Peace and joy return no more,
Follow them to Death's still shore."
But I answered to the Night
"All is dying, all is dead,
All the glory and delight
All the beauty, all have fled:
I am heavy and oppressed,
And I know Death has calm rest,
And I know Life has much care,
But I will not mar my prayer
With the cries of weak despair."
So I answered to the Night
"All is dying, all is dead,
But I have not dimmed all sight
With the bitter tears I shed.
And I know Life's darkest ways.
Are crossed by golden heaven-rays,
Well I feel Death's rest were sweet,
But I know it is more meet
To seek high goal with onward feet."
Crept the whisper through the night
"All is dying, all is dead."
But I answered "This is right,
Not to shrink with coward dread
From a pain that must be borne.
I know Life's good and have not lost
All trust though trust has dearly cost,
Nor faith in Heaven though tempest tossed."
And the whisper still crept by
"All is dying, all is dead,"
But I said "Though all should die
Nothing is quite perished."
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A Woman Sold
Bartimaeus
Judas
Pilate
The Walk To Emmaus
A Bride
A March Night
A Messenger
A Mother's Cry
A Wedding
Afterwards
Dead Amy
Deserted
Dreaming
Glad Waves
Going
How The Brook Sings
If
In The Storm
In The Sunshine
Looking Downstairs
Mary Lost
Never Again
Night Whispers
On The Lake
On The Shore
Our Lily
Passing Away
Perjured
Safe
Shadow
Sunlight
The Blush Rose
The Gift
The Heiress' Wooer
The Hidden Wound
The Lake
The Land Of Happy Dreams
The Old Year Out
The Red Star On The Hill
The River
The Setting Star
The Shadow Of A Cloud
To And Fro
To One Of Many
Too faithful
Two Maidens |
