Think not, when the wailing winds of autumn
Drive the shivering leaflets from the tree,--
Think not all is over: spring returneth,
Buds and leaves and blossoms thou shalt see.
Think not, when the Earth lies cold and sealèd,
And the weary birds above her mourn,--
Think not all is over: God still liveth,
Songs and sunshine shall again return.
Think not, when thy heart is waste and dreary,
When thy cherished hopes lie chill and sere,--
Think not all is over: God still loveth,
He will wipe away thy every tear.
Weeping for a night alone endureth,
God at last shall bring a morning hour;
In the frozen buds of every winter
Sleep the blossoms of a future flower.