On my soul the toll of bell
Trembles. Thou art calmly sleeping
While my weary heart is weeping:
I cannot listen to thy knell:
Sleep and rest:
Sorrow shall not pain thy breast,
Pangs and pains that pierce the mortal
Cannot enter at the portal
Of the Mansion of the Blest:
Sleep and rest.
Heart that nevermore will beat
At the footsteps of thy lover;
All thy cares and fears are over.
In thy silent winding-sheet
In the garden and the dell
Where thou lov'dst to stroll and meet me,
Nevermore thy kiss shall greet me,
Nevermore, O Isabel!
We shall meet
Where the wings of angels beat:
When my toils and cares are over,
Thou shalt greet again thy lover
Robed and crowned at Jesus' feet
We shall meet.
Watch and wait
At the narrow, golden gate;
Watch my coming, wait my greeting,
For my years are few and fleeting
And my love shall not abate:
Watch and wait.
O my darling Isabel;
Till we meet in the supernal
Mansion and with love eternal
In the golden city dwell,