A Spring Harvest/"Dark Boughs against a Golden Sky"
"DARK BOUGHS AGAINST A GOLDEN SKY"
Dark boughs against a golden sky, And crying of the winter wind:And sweet it is, for hope is high, And sad it is, for we have sinned.
Perfect is nature's every part In sunny rest, or windy strife:But never yet the perfect heart, And never yet the perfect life!
Dark boughs against a golden sky, And crying of the winter wind:And in the cold earth we must lie, What matter then if we have sinned?
For evermore and evermore Shall the great river onward roll:And ever winding streams and poor Shall lose them in the mighty whole.