Wa~ are the aw&llo1n1 8 11d t
Frozen t.nd dead,
Perchance nrm some bleak and atol'II)y aho:re.
0 doubtllli heart I
Far over purple aeu,
They wait in SI1Dll}' eue,
The balmy so-athern breeze,
To bring them to their northern home once more.Why must the ftowen die 1
Priaon'd they lie
In the cold tomb, heedleas of teton or rain..
0 doubting heart I
They only aleep below
The soft white ermine snow
While winter winds shall blow,
To breathe and &IJl,ile u~ you aoo~ again.
The aun baa hid ita rnys
Theae many days j
Will dreary bonl'A never leave the aiU'th I
0 doubting heart I
The stormy elouda on high
Veil the aame sunny aky
Tb&t soon-for spring is nigh-
Shall wake the summer into golden mirth.Fair hope ia dead, and light
Is quench'd in night ;
What sound can break the ailance of despair 1
0 doubtinr h~!
Tlie s~ ia overcut,
Yet atars shall rise at last,
Brighter (or dukneae past,
And angell' aUver voioea stir the air.
A.l>tt.UI)lll A. l'aOCl't.IL