Nied
o voice is heard, no sign is made,
No step is on the conscious floor.
Yet Love will dream, and Faith will trust,
Since He Who knows our need is just,
That somehow, somewhere, meet we must.
Alas for him who never sees
The stars shine through his cypress trees,
Who hath not learned, in hours of faith,
The truth to flesh and sense unknown,
That Life is ever lord of Death,
and Love can never lose its own,
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Whittier
FOREST LAWN MEMORIAL-PARK, GLENDALE, CALIFORNIA
