Though dark the way, still sing and praise;
Some time, some time, we’ll understand.
We’ll catch the broken thread again,
And finish what we here began;
Heav’n will mysteries explain,
And then, ah, then, we’ll understand.
We’ll know why clouds instead of sun
Were over many a cherished plan;
Why song has ceased when scarce begun;
’Tis there, some time, we’ll understand.