On hallowed grounds we rest our fragile wings
On hallowed grounds we rest our fragile wings;
We walk a tortured trail from glen to glade
And ere we wish to shine, the zephyr sings.
Beleaguered with the trials and woes of kings,
We find respite in rare empyrean shade;
On hallowed grounds we rest our fragile wings.
The humble dryads play on silver strings
That whisper of the loves that we betrayed,
And ere we wish to shine, the zephyr sings.
I recollect the guilty scars and stings:
From fear we fled, our fortitude waylaid;
On hallowed grounds we rest our fragile wings.
The pious charm with words of trifling things;
(Those wicked cherubim have been repaid!)
And ere we wish to shine, the zephyr sings.
Love is our burden – no relief it brings,
Yet we shall persevere on hands we’ve played;
On hallowed grounds we rest our fragile wings
And ere we wish to shine, the zephyr sings.
We walk a tortured trail from glen to glade
And ere we wish to shine, the zephyr sings.
Beleaguered with the trials and woes of kings,
We find respite in rare empyrean shade;
On hallowed grounds we rest our fragile wings.
The humble dryads play on silver strings
That whisper of the loves that we betrayed,
And ere we wish to shine, the zephyr sings.
I recollect the guilty scars and stings:
From fear we fled, our fortitude waylaid;
On hallowed grounds we rest our fragile wings.
The pious charm with words of trifling things;
(Those wicked cherubim have been repaid!)
And ere we wish to shine, the zephyr sings.
Love is our burden – no relief it brings,
Yet we shall persevere on hands we’ve played;
On hallowed grounds we rest our fragile wings
And ere we wish to shine, the zephyr sings.