Mourn, mourn, day is with darkness fled
What heav'n then governs earth?
O none, but hell in heaven's stead
Chokes with his mists our mirth

Mourn, mourn, look now for no more day
Nor night, but that from hell
Then all must as they may
In darkness learn to dwell

But yet this change, must needs change our delight
That thus the sun should harbour with the night