Dishevell'd and in tears, go, song of mine
To break the hardness of the heart of man:
Say how his life began
From dust, and in that dust doth sink supine:
Yet, say, th'unerring spirit of grief shall guide
His soul, being purified
To seek its Maker at the heav'nly shrine
In tears, go, song of mine
To break the hardness of the heart of man