Singing the Hundredth Psalm, the grand old Puritan anthem.

They sing, they will pay. [Fr., Ils chantent, ils payeront.]

God sent his Singers upon earth With songs of sadness and of mirth, That they might touch the hearts of men, And bring them back to heaven again.

Sang in tones of deep emotion Songs of love and songs of longing.

He the sweetest of all singers.

For age is opportunity no less
Than youth itself, though in another dress,
And as the evening twilight fades away
The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.