O, ye droopy sun,
Whence wilt thou shine;
Whence whither the gloom;
Thy shadow hath cast.

Why beyond all goodness,
Thou cast a cloudy smirk;
Why thou chuckle with glee;
At nature's dull display.

Why enjoy the chilly morn,
Whence man draped in sin;
Shalt long for thine rays;
To enlighten their burdened hearts.