I could not through the burning day1
In hope prevail,2
Beside my task I could not stay3
If love should fail.4
Nor underneath the evening sky,5
When labours cease,6
Fold both my tired hands and lie7
At last at peace.8
Ah ! what to me in death or life9
Could then avail ?10
I dare not ask for rest or strife11
If love should fail.12