The sexton as consoling adds,
“When hearts stop song, so all doth tend.”
SONGS OF THE SLAVE
Svatopluk Čech
I
Slaves.—Good it is to rest the weary body in the light of the moon
’Neath the palms here. Feasting over, our custodian sleeps now;
Sit down ’mongst us, tuneful comrade, and thy sweetly sounding strings tune;
Let thy song reveal the golden thoughts spun in your dreamy brow.
A Slave Girl.—Sing of flowers and stars!