Last sigh

Rainy weather brings gloom,

and the heavens are gray.

Ah! the summer has gone,

and winter approaches harshly.

See! The flowers on the meadows,

they are all gone,

and one sees only wide bare fields

instead of the heads of grain.

Also the green finery of the trees,

has been stolen by Autumn's bony-hand,

And wet winds blow it

dolefully over hill and vale:

All is misty, everything sad,

like this heart in my breast.

Ah, I feel the late-autumn of my life,

no-more the joys of spring.

My strengths have dwindled,

my joys are past.

Ah, bitter pains bind me

to a bed of suffering.

Be my comfort, my God in heaven,

when my world appears dismal to me:

In peril and in strife be my refuge,

my father and my friend!

Look upon me in my hour of reckoning,

give glad courage to me in suffering!

And, father, when my pain is ended,

take me unto your merciful bosom!