To Leonora: Encore

CEASE, Leonora, cease to mourn.
Thy faithful Strephon will return.
Fate at thy sighs will ne'er relent.
Then grieve not, what we can't prevent;
Nor let predestinating tears.
Increase my pains, or raise thy fears.
'Tis but the last long winter night,
Our Sun will rise to morrow bright,
And to our suff'ring passion bring
The promise of eternal Spring,
Which thy kind eyes shall ever cheer.
And make that Season all our Year.