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SUNSHINE FALLETH ON THY PLACE OF REST.
The echo of thy voice hath long been hushed,
Thy footprints left the hill,
Where the wild rose in conscious beauty blushed,
Yet thou'rt remembered still!
Thy footprints left the hill,
Where the wild rose in conscious beauty blushed,
Yet thou'rt remembered still!
O, how could we forget thee? we whose hands
Clasped thine in far-off years;
Who, looking with thee sea-ward from the sands,
Shared all thy hopes and fears?
We stood together on the green hill-side,
Read from the self- same page;
Loved the loud music of the "babbling tide,"
And feared the tempest's rage.
Clasped thine in far-off years;
Who, looking with thee sea-ward from the sands,
Shared all thy hopes and fears?
We stood together on the green hill-side,
Read from the self- same page;
Loved the loud music of the "babbling tide,"
And feared the tempest's rage.
Together have our voices swelled toward heaven,
When evening-skies were dim,
And claimed the promise God's dear Son had given,
In solemn Sabbath-hymn.
When evening-skies were dim,
And claimed the promise God's dear Son had given,
In solemn Sabbath-hymn.
Then how can we forget thee? Thou art deep
Within our memories yet;
There to remain till love has ceased to weep,
And our life's sun has set!
Within our memories yet;
There to remain till love has ceased to weep,
And our life's sun has set!
