Take courage, then, O doubting soul,
Luella Clark
No day so dark and drear
But holds amid its dearth and dole
Promise of gladness near.
The seed thou sowest may slumber long ~
How long thou canst not know ~
But some sweet May time, glad with song,
The precious germs will grow.
And, nursed by summer’s warmth and cheer,
And fed by dew and rain,
They shall, some autumn, far or near,
Yield store of ripened grain.
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