They glide upon their endless way,
For ever calm, for ever bright,
No Blind hurry, no delay,
Mark the Daughters of the Night;
They follow in the track of Day,
In devine delight.
They glide upon their endless way,
For ever calm, for ever bright,
No Blind hurry, no delay,
Mark the Daughters of the Night;
They follow in the track of Day,
In devine delight.