The sad earth cowers beneath the snow That wraps her like a
shroud, Around the house the bleak winds go With wailings shrill and
loud. But soft and low my heart doth sing: "I know, I know-- After each
Winter comes a Spring, When roses blow!" What time my soul in sadness lay Compassed by shadows drear, When
gladness seemed so far away And grief so near--so near; Still soft and low
my heart would sing: "I know, I know-- That after sorrow there comes a
morrow With joy aglow."
~Midwinter ~ Alice Williams Brotherton