To slumber from woe;
Bid thy wave’s music
Roll through her dreams—
Grief ever loveth
The kind voice of streams.
Bear her lone spirit
Afar on the sound
Back to her childhood,
Her life’s fairy ground;
Pass like the whisper
To slumber from woe;
Bid thy wave’s music
Roll through her dreams—
Grief ever loveth
The kind voice of streams.
Bear her lone spirit
Afar on the sound
Back to her childhood,
Her life’s fairy ground;
Pass like the whisper