To express what I within me felt
That words already said had failed
I sought things materially made
To offer unto thee instead
I'm bare knuckles,
Swinging fast in half circles,
My course gets crossed
By an anonymous force
Tell me of patience, good friend
Has it at all, any good end?
'Tis patience, ' they've said
'That'll have you paid'
...And when you hear it said,
Dne day, that leorne is dead
Will your hearts be grieved
As though 'twas you bereaved
Sad news it was, woke me up today,
My great grand father passed away
At an age which, 'cause of the years numbered
Even by him couldn't be remembered.
This way and that I get tossed
Until my every strength is lost
But because in Thee I have believed,
Right through these trials I've lived
On that day that I should die
Waste ye not a tear in a cry
Only, if thou should feel grief
May thou weep, but still, be brief.
Every year in the month of March
I am, by more than years, grown
Friends, with whom I've lost touch
Are to me closer and closer drawn
'Twould be naught but a cruel mockery
Of love from fate, destiny, or nature
Whichever upon most, relies our future
If we two lovers end not in matrimony.