The wave of Death's river
Hides the rose in its bloom
The Gift & the Giver
Sleep low in the tomb
The fresh fruit is shaken
The bright blossom strown
The flower lies forsaken
And withered & lone
Then upward to heaven
The dim cloud shall swell
The veil shall be riven
And broken the spell
But slowly the cloud must rise
Faint is the gale
That sighs through the muffled skies
Breathes on the veil
High was the wanderer's power
Wondrous his spell
It wrought in their natal hour
Strongly & well
A might is yet on them
No mortal can quell
A charm rests upon them
Which none can dispel
The watch through the dark time of star & of shade
The shadow shall vanish the starlight shall fade