And gentle voices from afar
Are borne like angel-minstrelsy;
In such a spot, at such an hour,
My spirit feels a spell of power,
And all beneath, around above,
Seems earthly bliss and heavenly love.
Oh, Mary, idol of my life,
My heart’s young mate, my soul’s sweet bride,
Dear soother of my spirit’s strife,
I would that thou wert by my side,