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8s & 7s.
While I was musing.
Psalm 39:3.
Silently the shades of evening
Gather round my lowly door;
Silently they bring before me
Faces I shall see no more.
2 O! the lost, the unforgotten,
Though the world be oft forgot;
O! the shrouded and the lonely—
In our hearts they perish not.
3 Living in the silent hours,
Where our spirits only blend,
They, unlinked with earthly trouble,
We, still hoping for its end.
4 How such holy memories cluster,
Like the stars when storms are past;
Pointing up to that far heaven
We may hope to gain at last.