1

DEEP in the dark they are hidden, Down under the sod, Sleeping the while they are bidden, Where no man has trod.

2

Warm is the earth as a mother, Life stirs in her folds, Kind is the earth as no other, Most gently she holds.

3

Dead in the dark are they lying? Not so, they but wait, Safe from all sorrow and sighing, While day grows late.

4

Morn until noon they are sleeping Just there shall they wake Waiting the Master's great reaping, When day dawn shall break.