Cease, Leonora, cease to mourne

I

Cease, Leonora, cease to mourn,

Thy faithful Strephon will return.

Fate at thy sighs will ne'er relent,

Then grieve not, what we can't prevent;

Nor let predestinating tears

Increase my pains or raise thy fears.

II

'Tis but the last long winter night,

Our Sun will rise to-morrow bright;

And to our suff'ring passion bring,

The promise of eternal spring,

Which thy kind eyes shall ever cheer,

And make that season all our year.