Her suffering ended with the day;
Yet lived she at its close,
And breathed the long, long night away,
In statue-like repose. But when the sun, in all his state,
Illumed the eastern skies,
She passed through glory’s morning-gate,
And walked in Paradise!
Missing You
I sit alone now in the darkness of despair. I cry my silent tears. My heart is broken into a million tiny pieces. The silence