The poem
WHEN the dawn comes forth I wonder Will our sad, sad hearts awaken, And the grief we laboured under From the new-in-joy be shaken?
If the night be long in going, All our souls will fix in sadness; And the light of morning glowing Waken in our eyes no gladness.
All unschooled in mirth we will not Rouse forgotten joys from sleeping; And the dawn our pain shall still not: We will gaze on it with weeping.