When the hours of Day are numbered,
And the voices of the Night
Wake the better soul, that slumbered,
To a holy, calm delight;
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More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven./// beautiful loving and heartfelt writings
This is a terrible reading- -is this by a computer? ! Good God. It's better to have none.
All my fears are laid aside, If I but remember only Such as these have lived and died! A lovely poem shared. Brilliant write.
In the end - the best that can be said, is we are left with the memory of what was.
........though hauntingly beautiful this poem has a peaceful feel ★
I see signs of Angels everywhere these days... in the colors of the flowers, a tiny feather floating by.. thanks for sharing..
When the hours of Day are numbered, And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To a holy, calm delight; Holy calm delight. very good poem. tony