Take me to rest.

Take me to rest when I'm old And grey, where the trails upon my skin speak of life

In the avenues of a face that's says each word, has spoken and risen in surfice

When all my days are cherished lively, and no more moons distress the heart

Once love has come to triumph death, then on wing's I must depart

Carry me in ornamental skies, towards that light of heaven known In silver gold and amber skies,

with love As lasting As my own Make due the days I come with faith, in willing arms the Lord above

Come not earlier to my sleep Nor part the lims of all my love

But take upon that midnight quest,
with love and all my wims above

For love is here and love is there, and I wish for life And death

But take me still upon my age, the oldest body and my breath .