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THE HOUSE IN THE MEADOW.
They sat in peace in the sunshine
Till the day was almost done,
And then, at its close, an angel
Stole over the threshold stone.
Till the day was almost done,
And then, at its close, an angel
Stole over the threshold stone.
He folded their hands together,
He touched their eyelids with balm,
And their last breath floated outward
Like the close of a solemn psalm.
He touched their eyelids with balm,
And their last breath floated outward
Like the close of a solemn psalm.
Like a bridal pair they traversed
The unseen, mystical road
That leads to the Beautiful City
Whose Builder and Maker is God.
The unseen, mystical road
That leads to the Beautiful City
Whose Builder and Maker is God.
Perhaps in that miracle country
They will give her lost youth back,
And the flowers of the vanished spring-time
Will bloom in the spirit's track.
They will give her lost youth back,
And the flowers of the vanished spring-time
Will bloom in the spirit's track.
