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Waking in the night to pray, / Sleeping when the answer comes, / Foolish are we even at play -- / Tearfully we beat our drums! / Cast the good dry bread away, / Weep, and gather up the crumbs!
"Evermore," while shines the day, / "Lord," we cry, "thy will be done! " / Soon as evening groweth gray, / Thy fair will we fain would shun! / "Take, oh, take thy hand away! / See the horrid dark begun!"
"Thou hast conquered Death," we say, / "Christ, whom Hades could not keep! " / Then, "Ah, see the pallid clay! / Death it is," we cry, "not sleep! / Grave, take all. Shut out the Day. / Sit we on the ground and weep!"
Gathering potsherds all the day, / Truant children, Lord, we roam; / Fret, and longer want to play, / When at cool thy voice doth come! -- / Elder Brother, lead the way; / Make us good as we go home.