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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Washington, D. C. · Mar 16, 1905

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 82, No. 11.

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Spring

By Giardini

I FEAR no more the coming years What they may bring; Days will be sunless, night bereft of stars: Mayhap the brightest blossoms of the spring Shall first be bound with winter’s icy bars. But still beyond the cloud is always light: The stars are in the sky all night, And deepest snows are they which hide the bright Green heart of spring.
Not all of life is dreamed away In summer skies. Time holds a loss, a loneliness for me: But hope is strong, and faith dare not be weak, And love abides, the greatest of the three.
Enough if sweet to-morrow will repay The disappointment of to-day: Light follows dark: sun, rain, seas ebb away Again to rise.
And if the rugged road of life Doth wind around The mountainside where heavy clouds hang low, And, as I climb, the pilgrim staff be changed Into the cross, still onward would I go! The peaks of only highest mountains rise Above the clouds of bluest skies, And round the heaviest cross is hung the prize, The brightest crown.
— Giardini.