From Grief to Glory

Decadence
Again the templed forest
Is changed to haunts of gloom,
It's vesture, drooping, dying,
A garment for the tomb.
And I must leave you mourning,
When death would bring you grief.
For I'm the fleeting summer
And you are the fading leaf.

Love in Grief
O love, so brief appearing
Within a summer day,
As rapture in the temple
Whose colonnades are clay.
O love and loved in sorrow
Lie fallow and forlorn
While God prepares the morrow,
The endless wedding morn.

Spring Returns
Murmuring merrily rounde-lay
Out from the cool, cool shade,
Into the sun,
Babbles a brooklet to carry away
Dawn and dream in its magic spray
Into the sun.

Life
Its voice impels the forest
Again to stir with song
Tranforming grief to glory
As life begins to throng
The parting pain is healing
And love unites with love
The Father fills His temple
With music from above.
- lyrics by Oscar R. Overby (1936)

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