Mary Bichner - XII. Footsteps of Angels (Autumn Suite)

When the hours of Day are numbered
And the voices of the Night
Wake the better soul, that slumbered
To a holy, calm delight

Then the forms of the departed
Enter at the open door
The beloved, the true-hearted
Come to visit me once more

With a slow and noiseless footstep
Comes that messenger divine
Takes the vacant chair beside me
Lays her gentle hand in mine

And she sits and gazes at me
With those deep and tender eyes
Like the stars, so still and saint-like
Looking downward from the skies

Uttered not, yet comprehended
Is the spirit's voiceless prayer
Soft rebukes, in blessings ended
Breathing from her lips of air

Oh, though oft depressed and lonely
All my fears are laid aside
If I but remember only
Such as these have lived and died!

Written by:
Henry Longfellow

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