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 S the world so very sad a place ? Looking out here through geranium leaves, We can see the sky all rosy grace, And can feel, what one of us believes, That He giveth His beloved sleep, — Not in death alone we cease to weep. Softly, shining cloudlets come and go, While the blue shows deeper in between, And the very sunset leaves a glow Lovelier than all rays the day has seen : Flecks of light make blossoms on the floor. Silent music wraps us o'er and o'er.