The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 2.
John Greenleaf Whittier, Ed.

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A dream of summer.

bland as the morning breath of June
     The southwest breezes play;
And, through its haze, the winter noon
     Seems warm as summer's day.
The snow-plumed Angel of the North
     Has dropped his icy spear;
Again the mossy earth looks forth,
     Again the streams gush clear.

The fox his hillside cell forsakes,
     The muskrat leaves his nook,
The bluebird in the meadow brakes
     Is singing with the brook.
‘Bear up, O Mother Nature!’ cry
     Bird, breeze, and streamlet free;
“Our winter voices prophesy
     Of summer days to thee!”

[18] So, in those winters of the soul,
     By bitter blasts and drear
O'erswept from Memory's frozen pole,
     Will sunny days appear.
Reviving Hope and Faith, they show
     The soul its living powers,
And how beneath the winter's snow
     Lie germs of summer flowers!

The Night is mother of the Day,
     The Winter of the Spring,
And ever upon old Decay
     The greenest mosses cling.
Behind the cloud the starlight lurks,
     Through showers the sunbeams fall;
For God, who loveth all His works,
     Has left His hope with all!

4th 1st month, 1847.