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Show The Garden of Absolution. There is a garden, far, oh. far away. Kept for the souls who sinned and suffered most The sword of God forever guards the way, And round its borders camps a heavenly host. A gentle wind breathes through the tufted grass, Rich with the scent of roses in their bloom: And, with the wind, all sins and sorrows sor-rows pass. Yeaving a sweet contentment in their room. Here are no troubles: here are none that weep; Here come no thoughts of sadness or despair: But fairest flowers, in fullest beauty, sleep: And softest sunlight .dreams upon the air. The murmurings of fountains, low and sweet. Forever fill the ear and never cease, Soothing the silence with a gentle beat. Like kindly voices speaking words of peace. And here, forever and forever, rest The weary souls, unburdened of their sin; And cursed, things are here forgiven and blessed; And wicked hearts are made all clear within. Bertrand Shadwell. |