“When dark, depressing moods consume the joys” revised

Melancholy dies while Hope and Joy are reborn!

When dark, depressing moods consume the joys

of living, we shrink from the world of men

and act like children with their broken toys;

we recall a time when this has not been!

O Melancholy! how you daunt us so!

Why are we the doomed apples of your eye!?

Too oft', where ever you lurk there we go

to the open grave where we quit and just die!

But, like Lazarus, we rise in the morn

with hope and renewed life and strength to cope;

like his Resurrection, we are reborn:

O Doom! Where are you now that we have hope!?

      O Melancholy! Take heed and beware,

      for the grave of death that's your threat dies there!