John Greenleaf Whittier ( 2 of 32 )
 And let these altars, wreathed with flowers
 And piled with fruits, awake again
  Thanksgivings for the golden read more 
 And let these altars, wreathed with flowers
 And piled with fruits, awake again
  Thanksgivings for the golden hours,
   The early and the latter rain! 
 With silence only as their benediction,
 God's angels come
  Where in the shadow of a great affliction,
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 With silence only as their benediction,
 God's angels come
  Where in the shadow of a great affliction,
   The soul sits dumb!