Show for the THE CHAMBER OF DEATH theres an awe that invades the dark portal A feeling we cannot define As were watching the spirit immortal pass over the soundings boun dings of time the silence is solemn and holy and sacred aach fluttering br catli As we bend oer the loved and the lowly and wait for the angel of death he silently passes the thresh hold and spreads hia dark wings in the room we know that his presence is near via in sadness in silence and gloom we have thoughts thai arc deep and impressive and hopes that we struggle to hold we had looked for a future fur lipa that aro silent and cold we may strive hut our utmost endeavor lifes boundaries cannot extend they are crossing athe dark mystic river to walk in that shadowy laud we long for a moment to stay them to hold the weak pulse for a no tears and no prayers can delay them our hearts can not dally with death oh power supreme unrelenting thou the loved from our grasp could you know not a thought of repent and leave the dear form to our clasp have we failed in our earthly devotion to live by lifes holier laws let us lay by each tender emotion and search through our hearts for its cans from our eyelids the hot tears are starting deep sighs that we cannot repress sad thoughts in the silence of parting fond thoughts that we may not express be it be it parent or lover our minds will revert to the past alfes short fitful journey is over its joys were not given to last we watch till the heartthrobs heart throbs are over compose alie dear features to rest be it child b it parent or lover we are feeling that god best we know that no depth of repining can bring back their feet to the thore we know sun baa been binning for us it will shine so no more before us is all that is mortal A cold clay the spirit has crossed the dark portal and gono on its heavenly way we weep oer the cold lips were pressing our tears cannot weary the dead in life they bequeathed ua a blessing which hallows the tears that we shed M J |