Defer not till to-morrow to be wise, To-morrow's sun to thee may never rise

If I have not fretted myself till I am pale again, there's no veracity in me.

Lives in eternity's sun rise.

Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow

Lives in eternity's sun rise.

Affliction may one day smile again; and till then, sit thee down, sorrow!