A nightingale to carol in his place.
XII.
Oh, come to me! Oh, come, belovèd day,
O sweet To-morrow! Youngest of the sons
Of old King Time, to whom Creation runs
As men to God. Oh, quickly with thy ray
Anoint my head, and teach me how to pray,
As gentle Jesus taught the little ones.
XIII.
I am aweary of the waiting hours,