Do no cheat thy Heart and tell her, 'Grief will pass away.'

Dreams grow holy put in action

I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be a pleasant road.

Dreams grow holy put in action.

Seated one day at the organ, I was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys. It seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life.

Through the black night and driving rain A ship is struggling, all in vain, To live upon the stormy main;-- Miserere Domine!