Come stranger, walk this path with me tonight:
Take pleasure in the dark - come - take the air!
Let my hand lead yours; your eyes hold fright.
Remove all doubt, release your burdened care.
Come, stranger, your buckling legs are too slow,
Your face as wan as milk within a pail:
We have a distance in this dark to go,
A journey you did promise without fail.
Stranger! To sit and weep is misery-
Yours, not mine, for this path I know too well:
Take heart, for you're unchained, have been set free!
By that faint tolling of the distant bell.
Stranger! Your dream is done and now we leave:
Let others weep for you, let others grieve!