A Song for All Maries lyrics

                A SONG FOR ALL MARIES.

Our Master lies asleep and is at rest;
         His Heart has ceased to bleed, His Eye to weep.
The sun ashamed has dropt down in the west;
         Our Master lies asleep.

         Now we are they who weep, and trembling keep
Vigil, with wrung heart in a sighing breast,
         While slow time creeps, and slow the shadows creep.

Renew Thy youth, as eagle from the nest;
         O Master, who hast sown, arise to reap:
No c*ck-crow yet, no flush on eastern crest;
         Our Master lies asleep.