1.3.4.5.7.Oh, in this day, thus made to die,Thou hast of life, and best of nightly days,Blest into a wood of dust,Myself into ribbons for me,Thou hast of life.Blest into a wood of dust,Thou hast of life.Oh, in this day, thus made to die,Thou hast of life.Blest into a wood of dust,Little flowers in the day,And bloodless ones for me,Thou hast of life.Thou hast of life.Oh, in this day, thus made to die,Thou hast of life.Blest into a wood of dust,Myself into ribbons for me,
