With better heart than I.
Hush—I can hear Death sing—
“Here is my sting.”
And the Grave echo—“See,
Here is my victory“
To-night the heavens bend
A little nearer.
The singer is my friend,
And I—at last—the hearer.
No more to sing alone
With better heart than I.
Hush—I can hear Death sing—
“Here is my sting.”
And the Grave echo—“See,
Here is my victory“
To-night the heavens bend
A little nearer.
The singer is my friend,
And I—at last—the hearer.
No more to sing alone