Edward Elgar - They are at rest - текст песни (слова)

They are at rest.
 We may not stir the heav'n of their repose
 By rude invoking voice, or prayer addrest
 In waywardness to those
 Who in the mountain grots of Eden lie,
 And hear the fourfold river as it murmurs by.
 
 And soothing sounds
 Blending with the neighb'ring waters as they glide;
 Posted along the haunted garden's bounds,
 Angelic forms abide,
 Echoing, as words of watch, o'er lawn and grove
 The verses of that hymn which Seraphs chant above.