And shapes of horror murder sleep,
And hard the unrelenting years;
But 'twixt our sighs and moans and tears,
We still can smile, we still can sing,
Despite the arduous journeying.
For faith and hope their courage lend,
And rest and light are at the end.
LOVE'S SEASONS
When the bees are humming in the honeysuckle vine
And the summer days are in their bloom,