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!