Elgar: The Dream of Gerontius, Op. 38, Pt. 2: "Dispossessed, Aside Thrust" (Chorus)

This the restless cycle churns round round the Shielded ones today. This the Restless Cycle churns round the shielded ones today. This the restless cycle Round the shielded ones today. Who but Dreading Their ghost, Triumph still adore. Release from incantations glorious. Release from incantations glorious. By chanting groanings to perish, Pious seem in that glory perish who think the Dust under is still. It is the restless panting of their being. Like beasts of prey who caged within their bars In a deep hideous furring have their life At an incessant pacing to and fro. Mindful And independent the proudest we. Though we are told our scoffing to proudly resent Us. What to say? What with dread of the end taking Hold of Ha, ha, ha, ha. Our noble lords who sit on high. Ha, ha, Ha, ha. Virtue and vice are Mixed within. Ha, ha. Dread the hell-fire of the venomous Pen. Ha, ha, ha. With inward fire take the living, Those pretend to Be. And does but aspire to the heaven Above with sordid aim and not from Love. Not from love. Ha, ha, ha, ha. 'Tis The Same. 'Tis The same. The