Murmur, gentle lyre

Murmur, gentle lyre,

Thro' the lonely night;

Let thy trembling wire

Waken dear delight.

Tho' the tones of sorrow

Mingle in the strain,

Yet my heart can borrow

Pleasure from the pain.

Hark, the quiv'ring breezes

List thy silv'ry sound;

Ev'ry tumult ceases!

Silence reigns profound.

Hush the thousand voices!

Gone the noonday glare!

Gentle spirit voices

Stir the midnight air.

Earth below is sleeping,

Meadow, hill, and grove;

Angel stars are keeping

Silent watch above.