SundayNov 16, 2025
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That rich celestial music thrilled the air From hosts on hosts of shining ones, who thronged Eastward and westward, making bright the night.
Sleep - Death without dying - living, but not life.
We are the voices of the wandering wind, Which moan for rest and rest can never find; Lo! as the wind is so is mortal life, A moan, a sigh, a sob, a storm, a strife.
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