Like the voiceless starlight falling
Through the darkness of the night,
Like the silent dewdrops, forming
In the cold moon’s cloudless light,
So there come to hearts in sorrow
Mary’s angels dear and bright.
Through the darkness of the night,
Like the silent dewdrops, forming
In the cold moon’s cloudless light,
So there come to hearts in sorrow
Mary’s angels dear and bright.
They are not like earthly comforts,
Nor like anything on earth;
They are peacefuller than slumber,
They are cheerfuller than mirth;
They are light to all life’s darkness,
They are plenty to it’s dearth.
Nor like anything on earth;
They are peacefuller than slumber,
They are cheerfuller than mirth;
They are light to all life’s darkness,
They are plenty to it’s dearth.
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