A fresh and solemn splendor

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F l o w e r   P o w e r

Bonaventure Cemetery

Savannah, Georgia

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Still, still with Thee, when purple morning breaketh
When the bird waketh, and the shadows flee
Fairer than morning, lovelier than daylight
Dawns the sweet consciousness, I am with Thee.

Alone with Thee, amid the mystic shadows
The solemn hush of nature newly born
Alone with Thee in breathless adoration
In the calm dew and freshness of the morn.

As in the dawning o’er the waveless ocean
The image of the morning star doth rest
So in the stillness Thou beholdest only
Thine image in the waters of my breast.

Still, still with Thee, as to each newborn morning
A fresh and solemn splendor still is given
So does this blessèd consciousness, awaking
Breathe each day nearness unto Thee and Heaven.

When sinks the soul, subdued by toil, to slumber
Its closing eye looks up to Thee in prayer
Sweet the repose beneath the wings o’ershading
But sweeter still to wake and find Thee there.

So shall it be at last, in that bright morning
When the soul waketh and life’s shadows flee
O in that hour, fairer than daylight dawning
Shall rise the glorious thought, I am with Thee.

= Harriet Beecher Stowe =

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Abide in me, and I in you.

As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself,

except it abide in the vine;

no more can ye, except ye abide in me.

John 15:4

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Happy Sunday