O what hath overwrought
My all amazed thought?
Or whereto am I brought
That thus in vain have sought
Till Time and Truth hath taught,
I labour all for nought?
The day I see is clear,
But I am ne`er the near,
For grief doth still appear
To cross our merry cheer,
While I can nothing hear,
But winter all the year.
Cold, hold,
The sun will shine warm,
Therefore now fear no harm.
O blessed beams
Where beauty streams
Happy happy light to love`s dreams.
