It Will Be Summer Time By and By.

It Will Be Summer Time By and By.
J. L. BATES.
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Under the snow are the roses of June;
Cold in our bosoms the hopes of our youth;
Gone are the wild birds that warbled in tune;
Mute are the lips that have pledged us their truth.
Wind of the winter night, lonely as I,
Walt we the dawn of the bright by and by.
Roses shall bloom again; sweet love will come again-
It will be summer in the sweet by and by.

Patience and toll are the meed of today-Toll without recompense, patience in vain:
Darkness and terror lie thick on our way;
Our footsteps keep time with the angel of pain.
Wind of the winter night, far in the sky.
Watch for the day star of dear by and by.
Parch’d lips shall quaff again; sad souls shall laugh again;
Earth will be happier by and by.

Cruel and cold is the judgment of men- Cruel as winter and cold as the snow;
But by and by will the deed and the plan
Be judged by the motive that lleth below.
Wind of the winter night echo our cry,
Pray for the dawn of the sweet by and by.
When hope shall spring again; when joy shall sing again;
Truth will be verified by and by.

Weary and heartsick we totter along;
Feeble the back, though the burden be large;
Broken the purpose, and hushed is the song
Why should we linger on life’s little marge?
Wind of the winter night. hush! and reply:
Is there. oh, is there a glad by and by?
Will dark grow bright again, burdens grow light again,
And faith be justified by and by?

Dreary and dark is the midnight of war;
Distant and dreamy the triumph of right;
Homes that are desolate, hearts that are sore.
Soon shall the morning star gladden our sight.
Wall of the winter wind, so like a sigh,
Herald the dawn of the blest by and by.
Freedom shall reign again; peace banish pain again;
Right shall be glorified by and by.