But never doleful dream again
Shall break the happy slumber, when
“He giveth His beloved sleep.”
O earth, so full of dreary noises!
O men, with wailing in your voices!
O delved gold, the wailers heap!
O strife, O curse, that o’er it fall!
God makes a silence through you all,
And “giveth His beloved sleep!”
His dew drops mutely on the hill;