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A Dirge.
by Eric MackayA Dirge.
I.
Art thou lonely in thy tomb?
Art thou cold in such a gloom?
Rouse thee, then, and make me room, -
Miserere Domine!
II.
Phantoms vex thy virgin sleep,
Nameless things around thee creep,
Yet be patient, do not weep, -
Miserere Domine!
III.
O be faithful! O be brave!
Naught shall harm thee in thy grave;
Let the restless spirits rave, -
Miserere Domine!
IV.
When my pilgrimage is done,
When the grace of God is won,
I will come to thee, my nun, -
Miserere Domine!
V.
Like a priest in flowing vest,
Like a pale, unbidden guest,
I will come to thee and rest, -
Miserere Domine!