O what hath overwrought

O what hath overwrought

My all amazed thought?

Or whereto am I brought

That thus in vain have sought

Till Time and Truth hath taught,

I labour all for nought?

The day I see is clear,

But I am ne'er the near,

For grief doth still appear

To cross our merry cheer,

While I can nothing hear,

But winter all the year.

Cold, hold,

The sun will shine warm,

Therefore now fear no harm.

O blessed beams

Where beauty streams

Happy happy light to love's dreams.