A little time was hidden: weep no more—
Oh, weep no more! in sorrow’s dwelling-place
The roses yet shall spring from the bare floor!
And heart bowed down beneath a secret pain—
Oh stricken heart! joy shall return again,
Peace to the love-tossed brain—oh, weep no more!
Oh, weep no more! for once again Life’s Spring
Shall throne her in the meadows green, and o’er
Her head the minstrel of the night shall fling
A canopy of rose leaves, score on score.