Wasted, weary, wherefore stay,
Wrestling thus with earth and clay?
From the body pass away; —
⁠⁠⁠Hark! the mass is singing.

From thee doff thy mortal weed,
Mary Mother be thy speed.
Saints to help thee at thy need; —
⁠⁠⁠Hark! the knell is ringing.

Fear not snow-drift driving fast,
Sleet, or hail, or levin blast ;
Soon the shroud shall lap thee fast,
And the sleep be on thee cast
⁠⁠⁠That shall ne'er know waking.

Haste thee, haste thee, to be gone.
Earth flits fast, and time draws on, —
Gasp thy gasp, and groan thy groan,
⁠⁠⁠Day is near the breaking.

Heaven cannot abide it,
Earth refuses to hide it.
Open lock — end strife,
Come death, and pass life.