Sweet Are The Flowers
I called to Thee unto the night
But only echoes answered back
I called to Thee . . . but now I need
not call to Thee,
Yea, even beyond the end of time.
And we shall sing our Song of Love ~
a never-ending Song all filled with
joys that know no end ~
A Song that’s sung by choruses of
Who add their Love and Light to this,
our Love-song sung.
by Ernest L. Norman
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