III.
Of all the congregation who looked in reverence on,
The elders and the blooming youth, each worshipper was gone;
And he, with hairs of winter, whose office ’twas to lave
My baby brow, and name my name, was hidden in the grave!
Of all the congregation who looked in reverence on,
The elders and the blooming youth, each worshipper was gone;
And he, with hairs of winter, whose office ’twas to lave
My baby brow, and name my name, was hidden in the grave!