Why thy joyous life thus ended?
Why wert born thus to die?
Whither hast thy spirit wended—
Here a moment then to fly?
Come, O Faith, in all thy gladness,
Lift me high above my woe;
Leave with God this hour of darkness,
Seeking not the cause to know.
Nevermore, my son, I'll clasp thee,
Nevermore thy voice I'll hear.