heaven

And straight the Sun was flecked with bars, (Heaven's Mother send us grace!) 🔊

I looked to heaven, and tried to pray; But or ever a prayer had gusht, 🔊

To Mary Queen the praise be given! She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven, That slid into my soul. 🔊

And now it is an angel's song, That makes the heavens be mute. 🔊

Dear Lord in Heaven! it was a joy The dead men could not blast. 🔊

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