I would wear sweats because they don’t cut me off at the waist so if I eat to much and my stomach hurts, it won’t be as painful. A cotton tee because I love loose fitting clothing. I hate to be confined and flowing shirts are even better.
But the real reason I am hear this morning is to share some more information. As you know I have been creating music in Suno from public domain poetry. I love to find poetry that is not widely known or taught in schools and make them even better by setting them to unforgettable music.
The following poem by Mary Ann H. T. Bigelow called She Slumbers Still. This poem is about loss of a loved one, how nature still goes on even when we grieve, about hope of reunion and faith-filled yearning. I did add a chorus to tie the verses together. Only 3 people have actually listened to it and one of those would be my dear old hubby. So if you have a minute, would you listen to this song. I put the lyrics below incase you would just like to read them.
[Verse 1]
On a midsummer's eve she lay down to sleep,
Wearied and toil-worn the maiden was then;
How deep was that slumber, how quiet that rest,
'Twas the sleep from which no one awakens again.
[Verse 2]
Morn returned in its freshness, and flowers that she loved
In beauty and fragrance were blooming around;
The birds caroled sweetly the whole live-long day,
But that strange mystic sleep all her senses had bound.
[Chorus]
She slumbers still beneath the sod,
The world moves on, the trees applaud.
But no spring bloom, no robin’s trill,
Can break her rest—she slumbers still.
[Verse 3]
Day followed day until summer was gone,
And autumn still found her alone and asleep;
Stern winter soon followed, but its loud blasts and shrill,
Were powerless to rouse her from slumber so deep.
[Verse 4]
Again spring returns, and all nature revives,
And birds fill the groves with their music again;
But the eyes and the ears of that loved one are closed,
And on her these rich treasures are lavished in vain.
[Verse 5]
Unheeded by her the winter snow falls,
Its beautiful garment spring puts on in vain;
Many summers the birds her sad requiem have sung,
But to sound of sweet music she'll never wake again.
[Chorus]
She slumbers still beneath the sod,
The world moves on, the trees applaud.
But no spring bloom, no robin’s trill,
Can break her rest—she slumbers still.
[Verse 6]
There is but one voice that deep slumber can break,
'Tis the same one that loudly called, "Lazarus, come forth!"
At the sound of that voice all the dead shall arise,
And before God shall stand all the nations on earth.
[Chorus]
She slumbers still beneath the sod,
The world moves on, the trees applaud.
But no spring bloom, no robin’s trill,
Can break her rest—she slumbers still.
[Verse 7]
Then shall this dear one, our first born, awake,
Her mortal put on immortality then;
And oh! blissful thought, that we once more may meet
In that home where's no parting, death, sorrow, or pain.
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