A Dirge.

A Dirge.     I.         Art thou lonely in thy tomb?         Art thou cold in such a gloom?         Rouse thee, then, and make me room, -                              Miserere Domine!     II.         Phantoms vex thy virgin sleep,         Nameless things around thee creep,         Yet be patient, do not weep, -                              Miserere Domine!     III.         O be faithful! O be brave!         Naught shall harm thee in thy grave;         Let the restless spirits rave, -                              Miserere Domine!     IV.         When my pilgrimage is done,         When the grace of God is won,         I will come to thee, my nun, -                              Miserere Domine!     V.         Like a priest in flowing vest,         Like a pale, unbidden guest,         I will come to thee and rest, -                              Miserere Domine!