Let me to thee, O ancient Taurie, Try with the same journey thither still. Thou march'st far, O Taurie, far, O Taurie, far, O Taurie, far, O Taurie, far, O Taurie, far. If we will be certain, most agreeably, That thou hast no aspiration, O Taurie, O Taurie, O Taurie, O Taurie, O Taurie. Who is this godly hour, if it be not there, Where the angels sing in hymns of acclaiming love, And where the bells of Bethlehem ring in ecstasy? O that we may know, O that we may know.
