Three freezing nights in the leaping month of spring When buds about to burst were smitten down And all the earth a dull and dungeon brown Shattered were the joys to which I cling. Though leafless trees would rest to leaf again, Beneath the soil an energy and flow, A Will of Life to blossom and to grow More beautiful for suffering the pain Of Nature in her self-destructive moods. Each day is a struggle as the world is torn By violence and from its beauty shorn. I walk now through no lush and green-crowned woods, And suddenly as I am standing there Buds break forth upon a limb once bare. Alone in thought, resolved within the heart That faith must live in us lest hope depart.
Poems Undated (1727)
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