I may not of the world despair,
Our God despaireth not, I see;
For blithesomer in Eden’s air
These lads and maidens could not be.
Why were they born, if Hope must die?
Wherefore this health, if Truth should fail?
And why such Joy, if Misery
Be conquering us and must prevail?
Arouse! our spirit may not droop!
These young ones fresh from Heaven are;