Where the chill touch of the winter yet lingers,
Holding life crushed in the clasp of its fingers,
Break the dim shadow of ruin and of ruin and sadness
Smile of the summer, wake sunshine and gladness!
Holding life crushed in the clasp of its fingers,
Break the dim shadow of ruin and of ruin and sadness
Smile of the summer, wake sunshine and gladness!
Come to our lives with thy mission of healing
Wreathe thy fresh bloom o'er the old scars of feeling;
Whisper the message God gives to thy keeping,—
Light for the darkness and joy for the weeping;
Where our souls wait full of darkness and glooming,
Bid hope arise to make glad with its blooming;
Draw back the vail from the grave's shrouded portal!
Spirit of summer, show life is immortal!
Wreathe thy fresh bloom o'er the old scars of feeling;
Whisper the message God gives to thy keeping,—
Light for the darkness and joy for the weeping;
Where our souls wait full of darkness and glooming,
Bid hope arise to make glad with its blooming;
Draw back the vail from the grave's shrouded portal!
Spirit of summer, show life is immortal!
