Come Hither: A Collection of Rhymes and Poems for the Young of All Ages - Unknown

That is to him unknown.

And yet, as Angels in some brighter dreams

Call to the soul, when man doth sleep,

So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes,

And into glory peep....

Henry Vaughan

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Silent is the house: all are laid asleep:

One alone looks out o'er the snow-wreaths deep,