Where peace has spread her wings.
Soft music in the distance only lending
More charms where twilight clings.
Anon appear the black robed nuns, their faces
Serene in sweet repose;
Across their brows the world has left no traces
Of earthly dreams or woes.
Now loud on air the organ music swelling,
They reach the chapel door—
The sweet faint incense stealing upward, telling