Mourn,O rejoicing heart!
The hours are flying;
Each one some treasure takes,Each one some blossom breaks,And leaves it dying;The chill dark night draws near,Thy sun will soon depart,And leave thee sighing;Then mourn,rejoicing heart,The hours are flying!
Rejoice,O grieving heart!
The hours fly fast;
With each some sorrow dies,With each some shadow flies,Until at last The red dawn in the east Bids weary night depart,And pain is past.
Rejoice then,grieving heart,The hours fly fast!
