Lawrence Hall
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Like Candles When
They Quietly Go Out
He mourns the sons of princes, sown in the dust
-The Seafarer
When we were young
A friend once showed me a passage in a book
In which the monks of a certain cloistered order
Were often blessed with wonderfully peaceful deaths
Like candles when they quietly go out
Domine exaudi orationem meam
Now we are old
Our books require a rather larger print
Our foolish dreams were put by long ago
And the works of our youth are memories
Like candles when they quietly go out
And we are candles
Still giving out a little bit of light
Anticipating with hope the morning Sun
Domine exaudi orationem meam
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