O May my Song arise like Morning day,And bid me look upon the break of light.

Come gaze about aged churchyard and beholdThose vanish'd hours of lead and hours of gold.

Arise my soul, arise to lighter ways,So cast aside dark shadows haunting thee;O view the orbs and spheres of brighter days,Lost fragments fraught with broken ecstasy.

To them, eternal life beginsAnd God Himself shall wipe away all tears.

Mountains clothed in snowRobed in white against blue skiesMirrored in the lake.

Enjoy TheSound Of Silence.

O Weep No More ForMe When I Am Gone!

The seasons bring to life the living lyre

Disperse the sorrow of my sadden'd mindO Lord, help me some blessed peace to find!

O God bid my poor body to ariseOn that bright day triumphant through the skies!