A prayer in absence
M. Brahe
Birds in leafy closes
Sing their songs glad-hearted;
I've no ears to hear them
Since my love departed.
Over distant hill-tops
Sunset fires are burning,
I've no eyes to see them
Till my love's returning.
Stars of Heav'n direct him
Till my eyes behold him;
God in Heav'n protect him
Till my arms enfold him!