Every night and every morn
Some to Misery are Born
Every Night & every Morn
Some are Born to sweet delight

Some are born to sweet delight
Some are born to endless night

We are led to believe a lie
When we see not thro' the eye
Which was born in a night to perish in a night
When the soul slept in beams of light

God appears, and God is light
To those poor souls who dwell in night;
But does a human form display
To those who dwell in realms of day