When sorrow fills me these silent hours,
When hope has flown o’er restless waves;
I watch the grey clouds sigh out heavens showers,
Awaiting blue skies to soon come again.

I think I know still, that the mind may turn brighter,
With each merry thought that blooms in its core;
How soon enough the year will grow lighter,
The tears kept unwept no more near the eyes door.