Ere long this golden light shall pass and fadeExcept all cherish'd mem'ries ye have made.
~ Timothy Salter
Enjoy TheSound Of Silence.
Mountains clothed in snowRobed in white against blue skiesMirrored in the lake.
To them, eternal life beginsAnd God Himself shall wipe away all tears.
O Weep No More ForMe When I Am Gone!
Yet this thou art alive, but if ye soar,My poor frail heart will have beat out its cryAnd sadly miss thy sweet form all the moreWhile helplessly I stand and watch you die.
