O WILL YOU COME WITH ME

O will you come with me away,

Brother — my Brother!

The night is spent, and breaks the day,

Brother — my Brother!

Have done with the dream and the pillowing stone!

Awake! Over vast spaces the winds are blown

To buffet and bear you from shadowing sleep.

Up the high places

Seraphim faces

Brighten and burn as the disk of the sun

Stands on the brow of yon mountain, to keep

Guard of your path till the journey is done!