We slept beneath the elmin tree;
But I was grieving all the time,
And Aaron frown’d my tears to see.
For he not yet had felt the pain
That rankles in a wounded breast;
He waked to sin, then slept again,
Forsook his God, yet took his rest.
But I was forced to feign delight,
And joy in mirth and music sought, -
And mem’ry now recalls the night,