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SENSATIONS UPON SEEING THE SHUTTERS OF A HOUSE HALF CLOSED. |
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SENSATIONS UPON SEEING THE SHUTTERS OF A HOUSE HALF CLOSED.
How heavy is the thought of death,
To those who live and move;
Enjoy tranquility with breath,
And feel and speak of love.
To those who live and move;
Enjoy tranquility with breath,
And feel and speak of love.
Yon house with shutters half enclosed,
Proclaims a soul is fled;
I past it and the word compos'd
Was, pray God bless the dead.
Proclaims a soul is fled;
I past it and the word compos'd
Was, pray God bless the dead.
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Yet then me thought of living friends,
I saw my prayer was wrong,
My spirit with the living blends,
O Lord accept my song.
I saw my prayer was wrong,
My spirit with the living blends,
O Lord accept my song.
Grant to the living comfort Lord,
If friends are ta'en away;
Let consolation 'neath thy Word,
Be theirs without delay.
If friends are ta'en away;
Let consolation 'neath thy Word,
Be theirs without delay.
Yon tenement denotes the tale,
Of sorrows now deceas'd,
Thy fiat came, in 'midst of wail,
The spirit is releas'd.
Of sorrows now deceas'd,
Thy fiat came, in 'midst of wail,
The spirit is releas'd.
Yet surely as the day was clear,
Some tender kinsman's loss:
A wife, has died, or sister dear,
Dependent on the Cross.
Some tender kinsman's loss:
A wife, has died, or sister dear,
Dependent on the Cross.
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The half closed shutter tells us so,
Ah who can tell the grief?
I feel in pity for their woe,
God grant them thy relief.
Ah who can tell the grief?
I feel in pity for their woe,
God grant them thy relief.
My nature says befriend the poor,
The orphan stricken sad,
My heart is open with its store,
My hand would feign it had.
The orphan stricken sad,
My heart is open with its store,
My hand would feign it had.
If then my hand, my heart should guide,
In time when power is given,
The sufferer, I so decide,
Shall have, with hope of Heaven.
In time when power is given,
The sufferer, I so decide,
Shall have, with hope of Heaven.
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