When shall I cease to know?
When shall I cease to feel?
When shall the heart forget her woe,
And learn to love, and health to heal?
When shall I cease to weep?
When shall I cease to mourn?
When shall the grave my slumber keep,
And bid my cares at last be worn?
When shall I cease to sigh?
When shall my spirit fly?
When shall the soul no longer cry,
And bid the flesh to die?
When shall I cease to feel?
When shall the heart forget her woe,
And learn to love, and health to heal?
When shall I cease to weep?
When shall I cease to mourn?
When shall the grave my slumber keep,
And bid my cares at last be worn?
When shall I cease to sigh?
When shall my spirit fly?
When shall the soul no longer cry,
And bid the flesh to die?