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.