But never doleful dream again
Shall break the happy slumber when
He giveth His beloved sleep.
O earth, so full of dreary noises!
O men, with wailing in your voices!
O delvèd gold, the wailers heap!
O strife, O curse, that o’er it fall!
God strikes a silence through you all,
He giveth His beloved sleep.
His dews drop mutely on the hill;