Ashamed I laid my mantle
And crown upon the sod,
And sorrowless and joyless
The dusty road I plod.
Out of my slumber I woke in affright;
Why does the lark sing so deep in the night?
The day is gone, the morning is far,
Down on my pillow shines many a star;
And ever the song of the lark I hear;
Oh, voice of the dawning, I shrink in fear.