HERE, SWEET, WE LAY
Here, sweet, we lay
Thy sorrow and pain,
Earth will resolve them to gladness again.
Lily-white hands
To lilies shall grow;
Breath of thy body in breezes shall blow.
Languor and grief,
These Death could slay;
God took the portion which cannot decay.
Thou hast thy joy,
We have thy pain;
Flame of a soul I shall know thee again.