The Churchyard quietly breathing

The churchyard quietly breathing,

While evening skies are shading

A winter song returning

As now the sun is fading.

And stars that tread the pillow

Are all where God has bidden,

And veiled by passing mystery,

The lunar sphere is hidden.

The church so deep in slumber,

With quiet souls residing,

The altar dark and peaceful

While God is here abiding.

Where petals bow in slumber,

The dark is ever living,

Beneath a rolling Heaven,

The night is all, forgiving.

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