And the words of peace hath said,
O vade in pacem, aghast she stands,
Have their innocent spirits fled?
Yes, side by side lie these maidens fair,
Like two wreaths of snow in the moonlight there.
List! List! the sweet peal of the convent bells,
They are rung by no earthly hand,
And hark how the far off melody swells
Of the joyful angel band,
Who hover around surpassingly bright,