Think Not All Is Over

Think not, when the wailing winds of autumn Drive the shivering leaflets from the tree,-- Think not all is over: spring returneth, Buds and leaves and blossoms thou shalt see.

Think not, when the Earth lies cold and sealèd, And the weary birds above her mourn,-- Think not all is over: God still liveth, Songs and sunshine shall again return.

Think not, when thy heart is waste and dreary, When thy cherished hopes lie chill and sere,-- Think not all is over: God still loveth, He will wipe away thy every tear.

Weeping for a night alone endureth, God at last shall bring a morning hour; In the frozen buds of every winter Sleep the blossoms of a future flower.