Though there were no hint of glory
In a pebble or in clod,
Though the circling of the planets
Gave no evidence of God,
Though the wisdom of the ages
Not a word of faith could bring,
How could one be unbelieving
Who had ever seen the Spring?
In the Spring God spreads the verdure
On a thousand hills and leas.
In the Spring he paints the roses,
Hangs the clouds, and builds the trees.
In the Spring he weaves the wonder
Of a flitting redbird’s wing.
How could one be unbelieving
Who had ever seen the Spring?
Illustration of a girl sitting under a tree that has a spiderweb
hanging from its foliage; all elements are silhouetted. The girl’s hair
is kept up with a bow, and she is slightly looking up at a spider
hanging from the web. At her feet is a basket containing flora; its
handle also has a bow. The tree foliage occupies the top of the
portrait frame, the large web occupies the top half, and the girl
occupies the bottom half. The artwork has the printed signature,
“Nelson White.”