OH THOU OF LITTLE FAITH!

Sad-hearted, be at peace: the snowdrop lies

Under the cold, sad earth-clods and the snow;

But spring is floating up the southern skies,

And the pale snowdrop silent waits below.

O loved if known! in dull December's day

One scarce believes there is a month of June;

But up the stairs of April and of May

The dear sun climbeth to the summer's noon.

Dear mourner! I love God, and so I rest;

O better! God loves thee, and so rest thou:

He is our spring-time, our dim-visioned Best,

And He will help thee — do not fear the How.