Harriet Beecher Stowe · 10 of 29
THINK NOT ALL IS OVER.
THINK not, when the wailing winds of autumn Drive the shivering leaflets from the tree,-- Think not all is over: spring returneth, Buds and leaves and blossoms thou shalt see.
Think not, when the earth lies cold and sealed, And the weary birds above her mourn,-- Think not all is over: God still liveth, Songs and sunshine shall again return.
Think not, when thy heart is waste and dreary, When thy cherished hopes lie chill and sere,-- Think not all is over: God still loveth, He will wipe away thy every tear.
Weeping for a night alone endureth, God at last shall bring a morning hour; In the frozen buds of every winter Sleep the blossoms of a future flower.