Winter has hardened all the ground.
But here, while Earth is bare and bound,
Bloom ghosts of those his frost has slain.
Winter has hardened all the ground,
But flowers are on the window-pane.
WHAT GOD SAID
“This be a lesson,” said Life, with a frown—
And knocked me down.
“And serve him right!” cried the goodly men,
While I—I picked myself up, and then