Some woes there are a week cannot erase
This toxic happiness across thy face
Doth bid me hope and turn me from sweet pain
While these parched tears my face would but disdain
And cry them not, but gath’ring deep to deep
Shall whelm my soul with death’s most haunting sleep
For low in those cold waters foul or fair
Alas! Salvation’s breath awaits me there
Say not cheer up nor bid me purge my lip
I part to fall and rise in holy dip