Hear, sweet Spirit, hear the spell,
Lest a blacker charm compel!
So shall the midnight breezes swell
With thy deep long-lingering knell.

And at evening evermore,
In a chapel on the shore,
Shall the chaunter, sad and saintly,
Yellow tapers burning faintly,
Doleful masses chaunt for thee,
       &nbsp       &nbspMiserere Domine!

Hush! the cadence dies away
       &nbspOn the quiet moonlight sea:
The boatmen rest their oars and say,
       &nbsp       &nbspMiserere Domine!