For sorrow is our joy, And joy our greatest sorrow. Elissa dies tonight, And Carthage flames tomorrow. - Nahum Tate

And silence their mourning
With vows of returning
But never intending to visit them more.
No never, no never, intending to visit them more.

While shepherds watched their flocks by night,
All seated on the ground,
The angel of the Lord came down,
And glory shone around.

When I am laid, am laid in earth,
May my wrongs create
No trouble, no trouble in thy breast;
Remember me, remember me, but ah! forget my fate.
Remember me, but ah! forget my fate.