Hark, hark! What does the fir tree say?
Standing still all night, all day—
Never a moan from over his way.
Green through all the winter’s gray—
What does the steadfast fir tree say?
Creak, creak! Listen! “Be firm, be true.
The winter’s frost and the summer’s dew
Are all in God’s time, and all for you.
Only live your life, and your duty do,
And be brave, and strong, and steadfast, and true.”