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 No voice of triumph from those silent skies

Breaks on the calm, and speaks of glories near,

Nor bright wings flutter, nor fair glistening robes

Proclaim that heavenly messengers are here.

Yet in our midst an angel hath come down,

Troubling the waters in a peaceful home;

And from that home, of life's long sickness healed,

A saint hath risen, where pain no more may come.

Christ's fair elect one, from a hidden life

Of loving deeds and words of gentleness,

Hath passed where all are loving and beloved,

Beyond all weariness and all distress.

Calm, like a lamb in shepherd's bosom borne,

Quiet and trustful hath she sunk to rest;

God breathed in tenderness the sweet "Well done!"

That scarce awoke a trance so still and blest.