It lies around us like a cloud- A world we do not see; Yet the sweet closing of an eye May bring us there to be.


The Writings of Harriet Beecher Stowe (ed. 1896)


It lies around us like a cloud- A world we do not see; Yet the sweet closing of an eye May bring us there to be.

It lies around us like a cloud- A world we do not see; Yet the sweet closing of an eye May bring us there to be.

It lies around us like a cloud- A world we do not see; Yet the sweet closing of an eye May bring us there to be.

It lies around us like a cloud- A world we do not see; Yet the sweet closing of an eye May bring us there to be.