Lily Of The Valley - Stagnant Hours lyrics

here are the old desires that pa**, the dreams of weary men, that die, the dreams that faint and fail, alas! and there the days of hope gone by! behold the fireless sick, and lo! the sobbing victims of the snare! lambs whose pasture is only snow! pity them all, o Lord... for me, I wait the awakening call: i pray that slumber leave me soon I wait until the sunlight fall on hands yet frozen by the moon where to fly shall we find a place? never a star shines late or soon: weariness only with frozen face, and sheets of blue in the icy moon