"THE DARKNESS IS PAST."

ADIN E. BALLOU

O icy wind, from snow-clad mountains blowing,
From summits where the winter still holds sway,
In the chill freedom of your ebb and flowing
Is felt no promise of the coming May.

Yet April buds gainst April's sky-line swelling,
And willow shoots aglow by loosened stream,—
These know the secret in its earliest telling,
That spring is here, and winter but a dream!

Tonight may break, like some soft word of warning,
A first sweet mildness 'neath a wid'ning moon;
And myriad throats, joy-strained, will greet the morning
As spring reveals their rapture-waited boon.

So when we walk in wind of error's chilling,
And self-cast shadows lie athwart our way,
We know the truth, and soon the light comes, filling
A perfect pathway to a perfect day.

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