The summer's gentle breeze has given place
To the triumphant winter's blustering blast.
With darkening clouds the sky is overcast,
That hide from view the sun's benignant face,
And faded all the summer's tender grace
Before the winter's devastation vast.
But comes with gentleness the spring at last,
And of the winter's work leaves not a trace.
Though error's winter seems the heart to sway,
Yet doth Love's spring unerringly appear
With all the beauties of eternal May,
And fade the threatening clouds of sense-born fear.
Let "Peace, be still," rebuke the storm today,
For Love's sweet harmony is ever near.
