Quotes by : Timothy Salter

Enjoy TheSound Of Silence.

Yet this thou art alive, but if ye soar,My poor frail heart will have beat out its cryAnd sadly miss....

To them, eternal life beginsAnd God Himself shall wipe away all tears.

Ere long this golden light shall pass and fadeExcept all cherish'd mem'ries ye have made.

Mountains clothed in snowRobed in white against blue skiesMirrored in the lake.

O Weep No More ForMe When I Am Gone!

O God bid my poor body to ariseOn that bright day triumphant through the skies!