A whisper floats unheard upon the wind,
A voice that longs to journey home again,
To linger where the hearthstone gently glows
And thaw what loneliness and fear has froze
To open once again the eyes of love
And see the world it blindly drifts above
To feel with hands that long have numbed with cold
And grasp the earth which breezes now withhold.
Who knows what lies beyond the distant shore?
Terrors unknown or joys forevermore?
For none returns to speak of that goodnight,
Who dwell forever bathed in the light.
None knows where those departed take their rest,
Save God above whose hand their souls has blest.
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