To man brings brunt of storm and stress,
He stands serene who calmly bends
In strength that trust, deep-rooted, lends.
TO HORATIO STEBBINS
The sun still shines, and happy, blithesome birds
Are singing on the swaying boughs in bloom.
My eyes look forth and see no sign of gloom,
No loss casts shadow on the grazing herds;
And yet I bear within a grief that words
Can ne'er express, for in the silent tomb