Classic Poem

The stem that long has borne the wintry blast,
Encased with ice or powdered o'er with snow;
Shall, when its chilling breath has breathed its last,
Its springing leaves and bursting blossoms show;
So ye, on whom the earth's cold wind has blown,
While there you suffered for your master's name;
The kindness of the Father soon shall own,
And in the fruit you bear his love proclaim;
Endure, that you the glorious light may see,
That soon will rise upon the perfect soul;
Press on, and you accepted soon shall be,
And see the son and he shall make you whole;
And on the Father's name forever call,
And from his perfect wisdom never fall.