Whispering birds, be still
Preceive what we heartily feel;
Cocoonsvof the woods, depart,
Let us enter earth's eerie path.
Our plea fell on deaf ears,
So we've come to Him that hears.
Amidst these nocturnal beams,
We've brought our noble dreams;
Listen to our hearts will of hope,
We've vied no more to grope.
