above Whispers from

NS49
1
again,
When my sake. know saints, times There hour, turn the my He seems would gray;
All oh, how,
In days and for the the prays
In not my darkest I stretch, while, are far love hours times away;
The
 
the away.) a fades just away.
(Let men His from sweet through His world above,
Spoken fade this voice,
Whispers of By of this world love,
By just of sound touch dear clay.
And
2
on see
What heart there the I comes, to Blinded would He knocks they my saints—and door,
Through and bleed;
Then has for grows the Lord, soul, cannot cold oh, this world my life stand
With need! me;
My done