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George MacDonald - Oh Thou Of Little Faith
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Sad-hearted, be at peace: the snowdrop lies
Buried in sepulchre of ghastly snow;
But spring is floating up the southern skies,
And darkling the pale snowdrop waits below.

Let me persuade: in dull December`s day
We scarce believe there is a month of June;
But up the stairs of April and of May
The hot sun climbeth to the summer`s noon.

Yet hear me: I love God, and half I rest.
O better! God loves thee, so all rest thou.
He is our summer, our dim-visioned Best;—
And in his heart thy prayer is resting now.
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