Beyond This Vale Of Tears

Tis Human Actions Paint The Chart Of Time.

When The Good Man Yields His Breath (for The Good Man Never Dies).

There Is A Flower, A Little Flower With Silver Crest And Golden Eye, That Welcomes Every Changing Hour, And Weathers Every Sky.

Songs Of Praise The Angels Sang, Heav'n With Alleluias Rang, When Creation Was Begun, When God Spoke And It Was Done.

Here Hyacinths Of Heavenly Blue, Shook Their Rich Tresses To The Morn.