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Sad-hearted, be at peace: the snowdrop lies / Buried in sepulchre of ghastly snow; / But spring is floating up the southern skies, / And darkling the pale snowdrop waits below.
Let me persuade: in dull / December's day / We scarce believe there is a month of June; / But up the stairs of April and of May / The hot sun climbeth to the summer's noon.
Yet hear me: I love God, and half I rest.
O better! God loves thee, so all rest thou.
He is our summer, our dim-visioned Best; --
And in his heart thy prayer is resting now.