Comfort
Has not your heart burned within you at evening’s
Holy hour and calm as if it is in most depths discerned
the presence of a loftier power?
It was God’s voice which spoke in silence to your silent
heart and bade each worthier thought awake, and every
dream of earth depart
Oh voice of God, forever close, in low sweet accents
whispering peace, make us your harmonies to hear the
heavenly echoes which never stop
Copyright © John Long | Year Posted 2008
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