When we have strangled virtue at her birth
When evil thoughts are all that we can find
And we cannot take a draught of cheerful mirth;
Escape from this black prison of ithe mind.
Too friendship and esteem have been foregone
And lone as buzzards circling are our hearts.
Remembrance of past joys will rately come
We feel from us the last friend will depart.
When wickedness draws down our minds to die
And hatred seems to cloud the very sky
When we won’t look to see the geese fly by
When all we do is moan and weep and sigh
Then let’s remember all we have not lost;
Knot firm our souls till this dark grief has passed
How my heart sings 