All Round the Year / Edith Nesbit

Cold is the earth, the flowers below,

Fearful of Winter's hand, lie curled;

But Spring will come again you know,

And glorify the world.

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Dark is the night, no stars or moon;

But at its blackest night is done;

All after hastens to the noon,

The triumph of the sun!

And life is short, and love is brief--

Be patient! There will be--they say

New life, divine beyond belief,

Somewhere, somehow, some day!