p. 11 | - Lucy Larcom by Lucy Larcom

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Michigan · Apr 15, 1902

— Lucy Larcom

By Lucy Larcom

Trust

What kept the moss a-growing Through January's snowing? It knew—oh! never doubt it— The blasted tree without it Would bleaker seem and older To summer's new beholder.

What was the water saying Beneath the ice roof playing, Whereon the sunshine glistened, While underneath it listened?— “O kingly sun, arisen To loose me from my prison, I murmur not from grieving— I sing, in thee believing!”

What brought the peach buds swelling From out their birchen dwelling?— The song of bluebirds won them; Fresh music poured upon them In bloom is overflowing, The blush and perfume showing That life is richer, better, Joy's never-pardoned debtor.

O loving, soul-fresh faces, Moss of deserted places! O voices of the chosen, Through deadliest cold unfrozen! O lives with beauty, brimming, Glad in the heaven's near hymning! Ye know the hidden glory. Who else may tell that story?

Grow, sing, and bloom undaunted; A world so shadow haunted Needs all your bursting splendor, Soft lights, and murmurs tender. The human want is pressing; O'ershadow it with blessing, Your triumph sure believing, Till hearts shall hush their grieving.