HEAVEN SOWS WHAT FORTUNE BRINGS

Heaven sows what fortune brings
It falls down like hail
On the earth in early spring
When chilly winds prevail 

Men will judge what they know not
And prosper still
Judge and jury and hangman too
They will get their fill 

Do not mourn what’s dead and gone
Beyond its season
And so transform this world’s scorn
And leave behind your grieving

Heaven sows what fortune brings
It falls down like hail
On the earth in early spring
When chilly winds prevail