DEDICATED TO ALL DEPARTED FATHERS(WOLFGANG AMADEUS MOZART'S REQUIEM IS PLAYING)
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without descent; having neither beginning of days, nor end of life. THRICE bless�d are they, who feel their loneliness; To whom nor voice of friends nor pleasant scene Brings that on which the sadden�d heart can lean; Yea, the rich earth, garb�d in her daintiest dress Of light and joy, doth but the more oppress, Claiming responsive smiles and rapture high; Till, sick at heart, beyond the veil they fly, Seeking His Presence, who alone can bless. Such, in strange days, the weapons of Heaven�s grace; When, passing o�er the high-born Hebrew line, He forms the vessel of His vast design; Fatherless, homeless, reft of age and place, Sever�d from earth, and careless of its wreck, Born through long woe His rare Melchizedek. ![]() |
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