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.