Because the verdure is not seen,
Hidden beneath the snow,
No one can doubt that one day grass
With emerald blades will grow.
Because the trees do not bear leaves
In winter of the year,
No one can say that in the spring
Green leaves will not appear.
Because, to mortal mind, fear, ills,
Or grief may seem to be,
No one should doubt that trust in God
Will set the captive free.
The fallow earth, the leafless bough,
Must one day yield to spring.
So barren hearts find in God's love
A ceaseless burgeoning.
