  There is no light in sun or star, Nor any voice in wind or wave, To tell us where our loved ones are, And cheer our journey to the grave. The wedding garment and the shroud, From the same texture, Nature weaves;— Alike to her are sky and cloud: She neither joys with us nor grieves. Indifferent to life and death, She heedeth not our hopes or fears; Our days seem bounded by a breath;— Why should she note our smiles or tears. From depths of sorrow manifold We call, and, weeping, wait reply;— No answer comes from wood or wold, And silent are the sea and sky. In loneliest grief uncomforted; For Thee and Thy sure love we yearn, Light of the living and the dead! Thou healest, Lord, the heart’s sore strife;— With Thee, with Thee our dearest dwell— Crowned, in Thy grace, O Prince of life, With peace and joy ineffable. And ours, at last, the home above! We, too, from sin and sorrow free, Shall share that life of cloudless love For evermore with them and Thee.
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