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.
* * * * *
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!
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