With spirit-tongues his love proclaim.
He leads his flock—he loves them well—
He takes the weary in his arms,
And lures them by his dazzling charms,
Forever in his fold to dwell.
Come, gentle sleep, I feel thy power!
Thy dreamy spell is over me,
Farewell, sad world! farewell to thee!
All hail, my sleeping, dreaming hour!