Monday, August 04, 2008

Em. D.


Of Glory not a beam is left
But her Eternal House -
The Asterisk is for the Dead,
The Living, for the Stars -

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God is indeed a jealous God - 
He cannot bear to see
That we had rather not with Him
But with each other play

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The words the happy say
Are paltry melody
But those the silent feel
Are beautiful - 

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