FAITH
'Mid naked boughs the robin sings:
That buds will break he is so sure;
So sure that flowers and all sweet things
Will blossom while the years endure.
That buds will break he is so sure;
So sure that flowers and all sweet things
Will blossom while the years endure.
Though cold the wind, he has no doubt
Of warmth and comfort on the way;
He knows that all green blades will sprout
However late the frosts delay.
Of warmth and comfort on the way;
He knows that all green blades will sprout
However late the frosts delay.
He knows, by wonderful prevision,
That summer soon will haunt the wood,
And bring the barren bough fruition,
And to the empty nest its brood!
That summer soon will haunt the wood,
And bring the barren bough fruition,
And to the empty nest its brood!
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