To weave the dance that measures the years;
Glide on, in the glory and gladness sent
To the furthest wall of the firmament.
Song of the Stars.
Hear, Father, hear thy faint afflicted flock
Cry to thee, from the desert and the rock;
While those who seek to slay thy children, hold
Blasphemous worship under roofs of gold.
Hymn of the Waldenses.
I know where the timid fawn abides