Lo! we wait
Knocking here at the sepulchre’s gate!
Souls of the Ages passed away,
A mightier joins your ranks to-day;
Open your doors, ye royal dead,
And welcome give to this crownèd head!
For calmly under this sable pall
Sleepeth the kingliest of ye all,
While we wait
At the sepulchre’s awful gate!