Sad-hearted, be at peace: the snowdrop lies <br />Buried in sepulchre of ghastly snow; <br />But spring is floating up the southern skies, <br />And darkling the pale snowdrop waits below. <br /> <br />Let me persuade: in dull December's day <br />We scarce believe there is a month of June; <br />But up the stairs of April and of May <br />The hot sun climbeth to the summer's noon. <br /> <br />Yet hear me: I love God, and half I rest. <br />O better! God loves thee, so all rest thou. <br />He is our summer, our dim-visioned Best;- <br />And in his heart thy prayer is resting now.<br /><br />George MacDonald<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oh-thou-of-little-faith/
