His Hope With All

By Mary H. Houghton

The night is mother of the day,
The winter of the spring;
And even 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.
Hath left His hope with all.

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