Hear the voice of the Bard

Who present, past, and future, sees

Whose ears have heard

The Holy Word

That walk'd among the ancient trees

Calling the lapsed soul

And weeping in the evening dew

That might control

The starry pole

And fallen, fallen light renew

'O Earth, O Earth, return

Arise from out the dewy grass

Night is worn

And the morn

Rises from the slumbrous mass

Turn away no more

Why wilt thou turn away

The starry floor

The watery shore

Is given thee till the break of day

Till the break of day

Till the break of day

Till the break of day

Till the break of day