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IN FAITH AND TRUST.

When May-time fills the charmèd air,
 Across the trees her sweet blooms flinging,
When May-time suns are shining fair,
 And all the woods with song are ringing,
We bare our Mother Nature's breast
 As first she wakes from winter's sleeping,
And lay the seedlings there to rest,
 In faith and trust for future reaping.

We may not see if bane or blight
 The summer holds, our fond dreams chiding;
We may not read with prophet sight
 What change the far-off days are hiding;
Though storms arise and tempests blow,
 Though Fate its darksome web be folding,
We walk our way, content to know
 That His dear hands our trusts are holding.

Now, too, where battle thunders roar,
 And battle hail of shot is crashing,
On Southern plain and Southern shore
 The lightning of its death-fire flashing;