There a brotherhood, incited

By one hope and purpose high,

Came to dwell in faith united,

Pray and labour, live and die.

Mighty was the love that bound them.

Each to each, in that wild land,

Where the desert closed around them,

One dead waste of rocks and sand,

Saving where, to rest their eyes on,

While they dreamed of hills divine,

Blue, above the low horizon,

Stretched the mountains' wavy line.

There could nought of earth remind them,

Nor disturb their dreams and prayers;

They had left the world behind them,

Felt no more its joys and cares.

Far from all its weary bustle,

Will subdued, and mind at ease.

They could hear the palm-trees rustle

In the early morning breeze.

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