Their prayers who lately grieved to part,
Ah, then, indeed, our song of greeting
Might find an echo in his heart!
II.
“‘But since we cannot in our singing
That music and those prayers entwine,
At least, we’ll set our blue-bells ringing,
And he shall hear our whispering pine;
And there shall breathe a welcome royal,
In accents tender, sweet, and kind,