sachem's hill.
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I cannot dread a spirit—for I would gladly see
The veil uplifted round us, and know that such things be.
The things we see are fleeting, like summer flowers decay—
The things unseen are real, and do not pass away.
The veil uplifted round us, and know that such things be.
The things we see are fleeting, like summer flowers decay—
The things unseen are real, and do not pass away.
The friends we love so dearly smile on us, and are gone,
And all is silent in their place, and we are left alone;
But the joy "that passeth show," and the love no arm can sever,
And all the treasures of their souls, shall be with us forever.
And all is silent in their place, and we are left alone;
But the joy "that passeth show," and the love no arm can sever,
And all the treasures of their souls, shall be with us forever.
