What wilt thou give me for ashes?

Can my mourning be exchanged?

As every weary day passes,

I wish my joy could be reclaimed.

Can thou remove my sadness?

Restore my life again?

Peace comes as a soft caress 

As spring seems to begin.

The despair that left me helpless

Has given way to relief.

It has not vanished, but nonetheless,

I've had a lessening of grief.

So my ashes have been traded.

And I return, in joy's garments laded.