1. The breeze of dew amid the heights of glory, a growing youth
Who tends a body destined for renown and aims it well,

2. Not you alone wear mourning's gloomy robes,
But we with you are clad in sorrow's garb.

3. O veiled in your majesty, though sometimes you may seem
To lift your covering and appear unhidden,

4. A hand is reached to you, revealing harm,
As when the Prophet Job's affliction was revealed.