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1 " Ere long this golden light shall pass and fadeExcept all cherish'd mem'ries ye have made. "
― Timothy Salter , The Sonnets
2 " Enjoy TheSound Of Silence. "
― Timothy Salter , Reflections in Short Poetry
3 " Mountains clothed in snowRobed in white against blue skiesMirrored in the lake. "
4 " To them, eternal life beginsAnd God Himself shall wipe away all tears. "
5 " O Weep No More ForMe When I Am Gone! "
6 " Yet this thou art alive, but if ye soar,My poor frail heart will have beat out its cryAnd sadly miss thy sweet form all the moreWhile helplessly I stand and watch you die. "
― Timothy Salter
7 " O God bid my poor body to ariseOn that bright day triumphant through the skies! "
8 " Arise my soul, arise to lighter ways,So cast aside dark shadows haunting thee;O view the orbs and spheres of brighter days,Lost fragments fraught with broken ecstasy. "
9 " Disperse the sorrow of my sadden'd mindO Lord, help me some blessed peace to find! "
10 " Sonnet III: Black Coffin opened wide for all to SeeBlack Coffin opened wide for all to See,The lifeless form of one I loved so dear.O, listen! mournful knells that soon shall beAll night long tolling for the folk to hear.The lanterns overlight the old churchyardTo watch the coffin lowered into the ground;Soon Frost shall grasp the turf already hard,Decay ye have to face without a sound.But years have pass'd herein do I relateMy dear sweet mother's form within my mind.Still happiness fills all my heart and state,As I see my small family so kind. Love cannot be withheld by death or grave, It stays alive within the heart so brave. "
11 " Come gaze about aged churchyard and beholdThose vanish'd hours of lead and hours of gold. "
12 " Sonnet XII: There is a Meetinghouse across the woldThere is a Meetinghouse across the woldNear shaded churchyard where pine breezes sigh;Such sacred mem'ries gently here unfoldOf rustic folk whom 'neath the yew trees lie.Engraved on stones now crum'ling in the earth,Of souls asleep for o'er a hundred years,Foretell unceasing cycles—Death and BirthThat yew tree nods and weeps her unseen tears.But God shall guide us through the gloom of nightVictorious over grim reaper's blade,As yet we grasp to see eternal lightAmidst life's fickle joys which here do fade. Victims of Death by lusty scythe bannish'd Triumphant wake to find nightmares vanish'd!13 February, 2013 "
13 " The seasons bring to life the living lyre "
14 " O May my Song arise like Morning day,And bid me look upon the break of light. "
