Hark, my soul, it is the Lord,
He's gone! the glorious spirit's fled,
Night is the time for rest,
Not a drum was heard,-not a funeral note,
O for a lodge in some vast wilderness,
O heard ye yon pibroch sound sad in the gale?
O leave the lily on its stem,
O most delightful hour by man,
O'tis not while the fairy breeze fans the green ocean,