The comfort Heaven to wood and wold supplies,—
A hope that doth the season’s sadness heal
And binds us closer still, in tenderest ties.
A kindred impulse stirs our common dust
To look beyond the winter’s dearth and dole,
And find in God, our Life, our Strength, our Trust,
The everlasting summer of the soul.
THE WINDOW OVER THE STABLE-DOOR.
An Idyl of the Common Life.
From the window over the stable-door,
Hark! how the notes of gladness pour!