Dark clouds are hovering round me

With all their train of care:

A thousand woes surround me,

Drear shadows of despair!

But what are they?—a richer gem

Shines radiant from above:

It throws its sunshine over them,

And oh!—that light is Love!

Then why should cares alarm me,

Though adverse fortune reign?

Why frowns of wo disarm me?

Why sorrow give me pain?

For what are all!—a richer gem

Shines radiant from above:

It throws its sunshine over them,

And oh!—that light is Love!