“’Tis a soul that prays in agony.”
Owl! that hatest the morning sky,
On thy pinions gray—
Away! away!
I must pray in charity,
From midnight chime,
To morning prime,
“Miserere, Domine.”
“’Tis a soul that prays in agony.”
Owl! that hatest the morning sky,
On thy pinions gray—
Away! away!
I must pray in charity,
From midnight chime,
To morning prime,
“Miserere, Domine.”