O What To Me The Little Room That Was Brimmed Up With Prayer And Rest; He Bade Me Out Into The Gloom, And My Breast Lies Upon His Breast. O What To Me My Mother'S Care, The House Where I Was Safe And Warm; The Shadowy Blossom Of My Hair Will Hide Us From The Bitter Storm. O Hiding Hair And Dewy Eyes, I Am No More With Life And Death, My Heart Upon His Warm Heart Lies, My Breath Is Mixed Into His Breath.