Poems (Procter)/A Doubting Heart
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A DOUBTING HEART.
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Why must the flowers die? Prisoned they lieIn the cold tomb, heedless of tears or rain. O doubting heart! They only sleep below The soft white ermine snow, While winter winds shall blow,To breathe and smile upon you soon again.
The sun has hid its rays These many days;Will dreary hours never leave the earth? O doubting heart! The stormy clouds on high Veil the same sunny sky, That soon (for spring is nigh)Shall wake the summer into golden mirth.
Fair hope is dead, and light Is quenched in night.What sound can break the silence of despair? O doubting heart! Thy sky is overcast, Yet stars shall rise at last, Brighter for darkness past,And angels' silver voices stir the air.