Many of life's sorrows
melt softly in time;
As in the country chapel, a choir was made
to the celestial altar,
I stood there in a bliss
looking at carvings and paintings,
lit by the golden eve rays,
and my rapturous heart
felt nature sing a myriad of hymns
with lambs hopping on the lawn
and pigeons rising in a flock
from sparkling corn fields around.
my heart still filled with ecstasy
When those treasured moments
oft visit me
In my long years of solitude.
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