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THE FLIGHT OF SOULS by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR

First Line: LIKE THE RISE AND SET OF THE STARRY HOST
Last Line: AND THE GLORY THAT IS TO BE!
Subject(s): DEATH; GOD; HEAVEN; SOUL; DEAD, THE; PARADISE;

LIKE the rise and set of the starry host
Earth's myriads come and go;
Yet whence we speed through the infinite spaces —
Speed as the light and leave no traces —
And what the calm, on the pale, cold faces,
And whither we pass to our shining places
By far celestial isle and coast,
O Lord, we may not know.

But we are thine, and thy peace descends
As our hearts cry out to Thee;
'Peace!' sigh the winds o'er the lone graves blowing, —
And we know that the stars the azure strewing,
And the souls whose life is thy bestowing,
Forever and ever to Thee are going —
To the Love that rise and set attends,
And the Glory that is to be!



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