Cold is the earth, the flowers below

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Title:     Cold is the earth, the flowers below
Author: Edith Nesbit [More Titles by Nesbit]

Cold is the earth, the flowers below,
Fearful of Winter's hand, lie curled;
But Spring will come again you know,
And glorify the world.

Dark is the night, no stars or moon;
But at its blackest night is done;
All after hastens to the noon,
The triumph of the sun!

And life is short, and love is brief--
Be patient! There will be--they say
New life, divine beyond belief,
Somewhere, somehow, some day!

[The end]
Edith Nesbit's poem: Cold is the earth, the flowers below

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