THE SILENT HOUSE.
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How he loved the sunset hour, With its waves of crimson lightFlooding all the West with glory Gorgeous, beautiful, and bright!
And they often sat together, Till the silver moonlight cameSoftly through the golden twilight With its paler, purer flame.
Bathing all the world in beauty, While the stars shone bright above,Holy as the son's devotion— Cloudless as that mother's love.
Now, the mother lingers sadly At the casement all alone,While the son has found the splendor, Of the great Eternal Throne.
Stands beside the flowing river, Where the limpid waters roll,Like the flow of inspiration In his perfect artist soul.
