I found this song a while ago, and fell in love with it. It appeared at a time when I needed it. I thought it very beautiful. And wanted to share it here. I think my sister and I should learn it, so we can sing it somewhere.
Lyrics: Emily Brontë
When days of Beauty deck the earth
Or stormy nights descend
How well my spirit knows the path
On which it ought to wend
It seeks the consecrated spot
Beloved in childhood’s years
The space between is all forgot
Its sufferings and its tears
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